Red-Haired Wonder
for my sister, the fiercest heart I know from your baby sister Leslie
She danced to Merle in rhinestone light,
a queen of crowds, concession nights.
With fire-red hair and boots that stomped,
she ruled the halls, the shirts, the pomp.
She raised her kin with iron grace,
held broken hearts in warm embrace.
Her laugh could lift a heavy day,
her glare could send a thief away.
A Fort Worth badge once held her hand,
they built a life, they made a stand.
But time can steal, and grief can bend—
still, she stayed strong, she would defend.
Now memory flickers, soft and slow,
but baby, I still see you glow.
You called me that just yesterday—
your voice, a light that finds my way.
So here we are, your heroes true:
our nephew with his cape of blue,
and me, in boots of Wonder might—
we guard your name, we make things right.
No thief shall take what you have earned,
no lie erase the love you’ve learned.
You’re still the boss, the flame, the song—
and we will hold your heart lifelong.