Slippery and soft
a sqeaky joy wrapped in
layers of rolls of lots of
BABY
nearly bald and
infinite drool
I embrace the giggling
mass that is
X
smells like sunshine
strained carrots
and earth
............ and lilacs
two pools
mounds of health
and 4 pearls scattered
perfectly
on the island of mug
split wide with mirth
immeasurable happiness
a bookend
worthy of
mourning the months
too quickly passing
love you my honey, Xman
What a photo!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYour poem captures him. You must save a copy for his scrapbook-that-doesn't-exist-yet. :)