The crusts of wheat bread
will turn my hair curly.
I believe this
because of Papa Don.
It’s because of him that I believe
in the power of Tex-Mex and the magic
of the Texas Rangers. He loved
both the same, and all nine children
even more. He never forgot the name –
or the First Communion –
of every one of his twenty-three
grandchildren. He loved me from afar,
but every reunion made me feel his love
like it was always up close.
He won’t be at my graduation.
Degenerative heart failure
stole his life before all the Diet Cokes could.
His heart, his heroic heart.
This past Christmas, he fell dreamlessly onto the floor.