Through the nursery glass
Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela,
his twelfth, in the arms of a nurse.
Pink as a peony
with brilliant black hair,
Consuela is raw, bawling.
The nurse takes Consuela
away to be washed as Carlos
digs deep in his denims,
locks elbows, gleams,
turns to me. I feel odd
in a suit and a tie as I
wait to see Sean, our first.
When the nurse brings Sean to the window,
Carlos Montero whips off his sombrero,
makes a bullfighter’s pass and beams.
“Senor!” he booms like a tuba. “Ole!”
Suddenly I’m as happy as he.
Donal Mahoney spent most of his life in Chicago, the son of Irish immigrant parents. He lives as an expatriate now in St. Louis, Missouri, owing to what was once a long search for work. Discovering Biscuits and Sausage Gravy made the transfer easier. More about him can be found at http://philadelphiareviewofbooks.com/2012/07/25/meeting-dad-again/.
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