I’d gone looking for good picture books I could snag and found one titled The Upside Down Boy / El Niño de Cabeza, by Juan Felipe Herrera, on a shelf that held the books my mom kept for the grandkids.
But when did she become acquainted with Herrera? In The Joy of Poetry, I wrote about how I thought she would like him:
Why poetry? For kinship. I am a white woman, but there is something in Juan Felipe Herrera’s “Half Mexican” that resonates with me. It’s a poem about identity—the eternal “Who am I” question, which I have not only asked but written about in my horcrux poem. Einstein is in Herrera’s poem, as is Kant, as are pyramids and quarks. I have no experience with any of those things. I still love it.
I also love it because Mom would be thrilled that Herrera was named the first Latin-American U.S. poet laureate. She might not know any of his poetry, but if she were here, she’d be calling me to make sure I knew about his appointment. And if she heard Herrera doing an on-air interview, she might call in for the opportunity to speak Spanish with him.
I opened the book. Inside it, I found a card from me, to my mom, gifting her the book in my hands. I had completely forgotten.
Everything was upside down. I was la niña de cabeza.
But what I felt was nothing compared to what Herrera — called Juanito in the story — feels when his family moves to the mountains by Lake Wolfer, “a glassy world full of sky colors,” so he can attend school. His parents are campesinos, farm workers, moving with the crops.
The move isn’t easy. The English word “recess” sounds like the Spanish word reses, cattle. For lunch, Juanito brings a burrito de papas, a potato burrito, instead of a sandwich.
“Don’t worry, chico,”
Papi says as he walks me to school.
“Everything changes. A new place has new leaves
on the trees and blows fresh air into your body.”
Herrera served as U.S. poet laureate from 2015-2017, and before that, as California’s poet laureate. The line breaks in The Upside Down Boy feel intentional, but it’s not a poem, per se. The illustrations are by Elizabeth Gomez. (You can view Gomez’s color-filled pictures here.)
As Juanito settles in to this new world of school, he explores his creativity.
We are finger-painting.
I make wild suns with my open hands.
Crazy tomato cars and cucumber sombreros—
I write my name with seven chiles.
His parents are proud of him, not only because they see Juanito gaining confidence, but because they know his education will give him opportunities they never had. At bedtime they tell him their story, a story of sacrifice. His mother won a spelling medal in third grade, in El Paso, but had to drop out that year to help her mother. His father paid friends a penny a word so he could learn English.
Papi says softly, “Each word,
each languge has its own magic.”
Juanito’s teacher, Mrs. Sampson, tells him he has a beautiful voice and eventually lets him conduct the school choir. Herrera dedicates the book to his third grade teacher, Mrs. Lucille Sampson of Lowell Elementary School, Logan Heights, San Diego, 1958, “who first inspired me to be a singer of words, and most of all, a believer in my own voice. Gracias.”
Juanito’s voice is most clear when he writes a poem.
Papi Felipe with a mustache of words.
Mama Lucha with strawberries in her hair.
I see magic salsa in my house and everywhere!
You know what we need? More magic salsa. We need tomato cars and cucumber sombreros. We need upside down kids who grow up to be poets. And we need to be surprised, from time to time, when we find that the thing we were looking for was there all along, on just the right shelf.
The next Children’s Book Club will meet Friday, February 8. We will read Only One Woof by James Herriot, which is a sort of love story for a dog.
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“Megan Willome’s The Joy of Poetry is not a long book, but it took me longer to read than I expected, because I kept stopping to savor poems and passages, to make note of books mentioned, and to compare Willome’s journey into poetry to my own. The book is many things. An unpretentious, funny, and poignant memoir. A defense of poetry, a response to literature that has touched her life, and a manual on how to write poetry. It’s also the story of a daughter who loses her mother to cancer. The author links these things into a narrative much like that of a novel. I loved this book. As soon as I finished, I began reading it again.”
—David Lee Garrison, author of Playing Bach in the D. C. Metro
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