Make no mistake, that though he loved them all
by Abel Bolaños
And always took his good fortune in stride
(Fortune coming thick or thin, short or tall) ,
One shone a bright eye through high or low tide.
One girl for whom he saved the longest walks,
And made the scrambliest eggs as well,
He did her laundry- pants, undies, shirts and socks-,
Happily, for in one moment he fell.
A wild babe, frustrated and barely born,
Alone, sad, sleepy and stubborn like him,
Was placed in his hands, so calloused and worn.
“Sister, ” he said, “you’re cold, this sheet is thin.”
To all the girls he met, he loved to boast
That e’en despite them all, he loved her most.