Grandpa and Ghosts

my 7th grade Texas History teacher was an older Hispanic man

brown wrinkled skin, glasses, large bag of prescription pills on his desk

a light accent punctuating his words as he described

the saga of Mexican-Americans in Texas

my people were recorded in books

and I was happy

this class was a haven

not just for the mix of myth and narrative

my teacher looked like popo

checkered shirts

trifocal glasses

peppered hair mostly parted to the left

a slight paunch

my heart swelled every time I saw him

his quick Spanish (almost never English)

collecting pecans at the park in the cold

buckets overflowing and ready to be sold

cracking them later with a small contraption he made from wood and rubber bands

my teachers voice lifting as he emphasized a point

that awed his audience

telling us stories of bygone times

their absence leaves echoes

Photo: Lord Mutanthand by Nathan Marciniak [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]

Published by Christy Leos

Hi! I’m Christy Leos – Writer, Editor, and Author with a background in English Literature, social media, digital content creation, and access to justice work for marginalized communities. πŸ“ŒWhen I write, I am the best version of myself; I am a storyteller.πŸ“Œ πŸ“£ Work featured on News Break, LatinaMedia.Co, ABC13, Southern Laced, and

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