Para Mi Padrino

Mi Padrino

Would bring home cabezas de cabrita
and cervesa for breakfast
serve me up a taco de cachete
dare his sons to eat an eyeball

His has been my second home

We spent New Years,
Thankstakings, just
threw good old pachangas
like back in Aguascalientes

We danced at my Quinceanera

He always called me his morenita
or negrita, his own children the
color of milk, like my Madrina

He is my superhero

Bigger than life to me
a man of few but powerful words
tall, strong, with a full head of dark
curly hair

A wonderful father

Cried at his daughters
weddings & quinceaneras
that is macho too

Loves his family

I have been back to visit him
twice this year
each time he emerged from
his rest to greet me

"Que gusto verte"

Never complained when the
four primas were getting too loud
y borrachas, smiled instead

Full of pride for the beauty before him

Said we should
enjoy each other
"Asi me gusta verlas"

Together

I will be home soon.