My father-in-law passed away eight years ago. To my children he was New Mexico Poppy. I’ve been thinking about him of late and would like to honor him with a simple tribute.
Pops, was quite the character from his stubby finger to the brown cigarette attached to his hand. He never graduated high school, yet he was smarter than most people I knew. He had been one of four boys.
When Pops was five, his dad passed away from an old WWI injury. His mother worked several jobs to support her family. My father-in-law grew up on the streets where he began smoking at the tender age of eight…
The following is an excerpt of something I wrote after Pops passed away. It was read as his ashes were given to the mighty San Juan River running against the enchanted New Mexican sunset…
For New Mexico Poppy
You bested dragons when you were a cocky, crystal-eyed knight
With keen wits and strong hands, you forged your castle
earning a kingdom long ago, during harsher times
Miss you, Pops…
(can’t trace the photo image credits, pencil drawing done yesterday)