Consuela And Sean Poem by Donal Mahoney

Consuela And Sean



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.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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