Gary Rillera -Something to Remember-

It is coming up on 2 years since the accident. I notice all the stress and sadness coming over me and I haven't been able to sleep very well for the last couple weeks.

I can't believe it has been 2 years. Evelia Maldonado got married last weekend and I drove up to Tonasket Friday after work because I was going to sing at her wedding. Once you get up to Wenatchee, you drive along the river all the way up to Tonasket. It was a pretty hot day and it was still light out. I couldn't help but look at the river on that hot day, with the water so calm and the river so big.

It was a day like that day that Dad died, a hot day and all that happened was that the wind picked up and the water got super choppy - which doesn't happen very often at all... It's insane to think of all the coincidences that surrounded the environment that took my father from me.

It's pretty darn hard and it sucks a whole lot.

I love you Dad.
C
8/2012

I really wanted to post these with pictures closest to the time period when the poems were written.

The rest of the poems were written in a row during our Ft. Canby camping trip of 2004.

	Jacob the Sleeper He sleeps in the morning He sleeps at night When he wakes up he starts a fight. He doesn’t sleep in his own bed he sleeps with his mom. When he wakes up she is gone If he had a million Dollars he would buy A great big bed where He could lay his great big head
	Sarah the Stomper She stomps when she’s mad She stomps when she’s sad She stomps on the floor And sits down when she can’t stomp any more. After she sits She throws a fit If she thinks that nobody heard her she goes outside and plays bloody murderer
	Deborah the Creeper She creeps in the house She creeps around outside Nobody sees her Because she quiet as a mouse She creeps to the car And goes for a ride We can’t ever find her Because she knows where to hide If you see her being a Creeper Just wait for a while she will be found with the Sleeper.
	Rebekah the Chomper She chomps on food and Also candy She chomps on everything And thinks its dandy She will chomp on chicken and even a cat With all that chomping You’d think she’d get fat She gets mad if you call her a chomper if you Call her that she’ll beat Up the stomper
	Rachel the Mother She mothers the dogs and cats If you let her she would mother the rats She mothers the stomper She mothers the chomper She mothers the sleeper She mothers the creeper She knits with her nose She knits with her toes Should we keep her I suppose
	Simon the Lover He stays out all day He stays out all night He stays out so long he Gives his mom a fright When he is home he’s on The phone he talks so Much he’s like a dog With his bone don’t tell him to stay home tonight Or he’ll puff up like a fish And want to fight
	Christine the Intellectual First there was home school, high school Then college Her forehead got so big because of all That knowledge She sounds so smart when she says a Big word. It’s the most amazing thing you ever Heard She’s got a boyfriend that makes her Feel happy But when she can’t see him she feels All crappy The kids were so sad when she went away So sad they could not go out and play She’s coming home for Christmas one day Too bad she won’t be able to stay
	Dad the Heavy He eats all day and all night He eats so much his tummy’s a fright He drinks beer, he drinks whisky When he drinks that stuff it makes him Frisky He goes outside and grabs a chicken He cuts off it’s head and lets the Dogs lick’em He bought a crossbow so he could Get buff After a week he had enough of That stuff
	Fat the Fat It grows on your tummy it grows on your butt when you try to take it off you look like a nut you get it from eating you get it from seating you get it when you eat a lot you get it if you eat or not it grows when your sleeping if you’ve eaten a lot so beware of Thanksgiving and beware of Christmas or the fat will grow it won’t miss (us)
	Stephanie the Sneeze Stephanie’s a sneeza but you Better not tease her Because it Certainly will not please her She loves the kittens. But if they Run away she puts on her mittens then she’ll bake some cookies and give them to Neo he’ll eat them up and keel
	Smokey the Campfire Oh how we love to sit around the Campfire. It is our ultimate desire We sit around it and smell the smoke And then we choke. But we still sit There and smell that smoky air We sit there and choke and tell Another joke. But Paul and Gary They are smarty they have a different way of enjoying the smoke ...I’ll have another beer
	Mackenzie the Queen She sits in the middle without even a Riddle. They don’t know what to do because She is the queen. Oh Mackenzie you’re The best we’ve ever seen. But don’t run Away because we still need a queen. Simon won’t mind he’s busy making sandcastles. Why should he worry about you, that’s such a hassle. Just be the queen you know What I mean. He’s going away soon So just give him a spoon and he’ll Be back soon.
	Paul the Drinker Or is it thinker Or whatever. Drinker, thinker, or stinker. He has lots of music and he’d appreciate if you’d use it. Oh I can’t remember. What was I saying. Oh well it doesn’t matter. It was a gypsy woman Around the campfire or Something. Anyway getting back to Paul the drinker, the stinker, the thinker.
	Jennifer with a mosquito bite on her nose It makes her feel bad all the way Down to her toes. It really does, you Know it shows. She sits by the fire And lets the smoke go up her nose. She turns away but that doesn’t help. It makes her want to yelp, just like Wasabi Max. Wasabi Max Wasabi Max give her a song to sing and she will Be all right. She won’t mind the mosquito Bite
	Drunken Poetry by Rachel (Title) She calls it drunken poetry But she doesn’t really know What it is all about. She makes me So mad I could shout Wasabi Max Wasabi Max Wasabi Max. drunken poetry? What do you mean. All of my fans wait for my poems they want to know what I have say today or the next day even if its just Wasabi Max Wasabi Max Wasabi Max
	Lizzy the Busy She sits by the fire and eats Her taco. She is so glad that She’s at Ilwaco. When she’s Done with that she sits on JJ’s lap. Then she takes a hike or rides a bike. Taking hike or riding a bike or lying on her back. She’s as happy as Wasabi Max just sitting by the fire eating her taco at, Ilwaco
	Eric the Backwash Drinker He’s a friend of Sarah the Stinker She says that her dad’s poems Don’t rhyme but that’s really A crime. What do you expect From drunken poetry. Anything Rhymes even Wasabi Max and That’s a fact. Anyway Eric the Backwash Drinker . He’s okay because he’s the son of the thinker. the stinker. the drinker.
	Wasabi Max, Wasabi Max, Wasabi Max Wasabi max he goes out fishing And eats the left over bait. It’s something That most people would hate. Mackenzie quit Singing it hurts my ears they’re stinging. Wasabi Max loves fishing but when He eats to much bait, he just throws up Everything he just ate. That’s just great for Wasabie Max then he can eat more bait
	Wasabi Jake He chases the ball But that’s not all. He eats hot sauce. And wasabi balls He comes to whoever calls He eats taco shells And then he smells He smells Wasabi Max And says that doesn’t smell So good. I think I should Eat some more
	JJ If Mackenzie would quit singing Maybe I could think. She doesn’t Give me a chance even to stink He eats Filipino style. He uses his Hand and that’s grand. Because when you eat with your hand you get a little sand. Just like Wasabi Max and those are the facts. Just ask Wasabi Max. JJ’s so quiet it’s such a riot. JJ would have a hay day if he could stay here every day day. Shut up Mackenzie I need to think so I can write drunken poetry.
	Sandy Sandy’s so handy. She cooks The food and buys us candy She really doesn’t mind if Paul And Gary drink that brandy. Even If they go to the beach and get All sandy. They take Wasabi Max and Wasabi Jake and they never come back. They’re probably some where drinking that brandy. Or maybe they’re eating candy. Oh it doesn’t matter. I have get busy cooking or cleaning or buying candy or watching those guys drink brandy. Wasabi Max Wasabi Max Wasabi Max drunken poetry at its max.