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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.
© by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Donal Mahoney (1938 - 2017), the son of Irish immigrants, grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He later lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Donal spent the early ‘70s actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as the Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy reading and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. See more of his work at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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pwax:
Well done! You convey feeling without being maudlin. I enjoy your poetry.
Posted 12/04/2011 12:20 PM
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marenomitchell:
Your poem rings with just-born freshness and true charm. Beautifully done! Ole!
Posted 12/04/2011 11:39 AM
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Donna Pflueger:
What a vivid moment you captured. Your poem filled up all of my senses and as I read, I felt like I was right there with you. Your last stanza touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem.
Posted 12/04/2011 08:59 AM
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