POEM: DON JAVIER WAS HIS NAME

Elderly Mexican Man with Straw Hat San Miguel de Allende Mexico

Memories remind me of him
A short man with Aztec skin
Heavy mustached that rested just above his lip
His stomach hung as a monkey on a tree
To me he was simply Don Javier
But to others he was a father
A husband
A hard working man that brought food to the table
His weary eyes at times seemed red
Because of the days long spent working under the sun
Cardboard he collected
In his truck he went
Pride for him was the money made
Though at times he would water the cardboard
Make it heavier than it was
But he was Don Javier to me
A loving dad to his hijos
A true worker
All he wanted was to make it in this land
Sometimes I wonder
Where could he be?
Would he be in a trash can looking for cardboard?
Would his mustache still be free
Free to hang just above his upper lip
Or would Father Time catch up to him?
But for now let those memories remain
Don Javier was his name

Copyright (c) Juan N. Bonilla 2015 All Rights Reserved
Image Credit (HERE)
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4 comments

  1. A lovely poem and picture.

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    1. Juan N. Bonilla · · Reply

      Thanks! I always wonder what ever happened to Don Javier…

      Liked by 1 person

  2. A lovely portrait of Don Javier. You made him very real.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Thank you very much Carol!

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