Poem for 6th Sunday
after Pentecost. Jacob and Esau
The Hebrew
Testament Story from Genesis for this coming Sunday is about the
struggle between the brothers Esau and Jacob. I thought of my brother
and I. The market place alluded to in the poem was in San Salvador,
the Capital of El Salvador, and the maid or cook, would take us us
two boys, three and four, to the Market Place to give my mother a
chance to take care of our younger sister alone, or my mother would
take us to give my sister a nap. I had red hair and chubby cheeks
and it was considered good luck to rub a copper headed child and my
bother had black hair and was thin and athletic. “Ay que Lindo! is
Spanish for “Oh this is beautiful” and “Ay guapo!” is “Umm,
. . . Handsome!”
Jacob and Esau
Looking at my brother and wanting to
be,
him, instead of the quiet, awkward one,
I was turning out to be ,as second son,
in his shadow, one whom others didn't
see.
When my mother would take us downtown,
market ladies would laugh, “Ay que
lindo!”
rubbing my red hair for luck. “Ay,
guapo!”
they'd sigh, envious for him as their
own.
Time came to move away from his shadow,
yet, packing that shadow with me,
unknowing
he carries mine deep into his own fate
going:
brothers locked together as distance
did grow.
When he died, I sighed, “What a
waste!
To not stop competing, to give love a
taste!”
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