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Grandpa was a Bowie. A tight-lipped protestant Ulsterman who drifted into the Poblacht na hÉireann in search of a cure for his cold heart. His thin lips wed a soft Catholic girl. He joined the Garda Síochána settling down to breed Kerry Blue’s. After he retired, he still wore his uniform, his neck as stiff as ever. Grandma wrote letters to the Pope begging for Papal forgiveness for her heathen husband. I have not been to Hidalgo County, but if I were one day to go, I might try to convince the Daughters of the Alamo of my credentials to be worshiped in a mild, concessionary way. A complimentary burger, a free pass to the museum, a photograph of myself brandishing a big knife at a picture of Generalissimo Santa Anna that would suffice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Poblacht na hÉireann" = Republic of Ireland (Éire). "Ulster' (Northern Ireland). "Garda Síochána" Is the Police Force of the Republic of Ireland.

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Date: 12/5/2022 11:48:00 AM
I really, really like this poem, Eric. It evokes so many images that are pleasing to me, most of all Grandma writing letters to the pope begging forgiveness for "her heathen husband." A FAVE. Thank you.
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