POEM I WROTE ABOUT MY SON ALEX:

The Way He Wears
his smile, like a sundial
casting light across his
face. There're bouncing rays
in his hazel gaze.

The way he wears
his cotton baseball cap, to the
side with the brim hanging off him
like an elephant's ear is so dear.

The way the wears
his ice-cream in chocolate
swirls painted on his shirt and pants
looks like a van Gogh starry night dance.

The way he wears
his sneakers unlaced and his small
waist that can barely hold his shorts
in place with a belt makes my heart melt.