My Boy
Just when I think
petrified fruit snacks
filthy socks
and squalid tantrums
define the limits of my days,
sunlight kisses
the thick chocolate fringe
of lashes
framing upturned gingersnap eyes
and I fall in love all over again.
Y'all can thank Grammy Lo for this little photo essay of Jimmy; she requested some new pix.
Look at those disgustingly long eyelashes. No mascara or eyelash curlers required. We can thank Daddy for that little windfall from the genetic lottery.
And now for your viewing pleasure, a few of Jimmy's life lessons:
Always put an elm tree in its proper place.
A watched curly-bug never opens.
4 comments:
Fine poem -- beautiful child. :)
Thanks on both counts, Rob!
What a sweetheart -- your boy is absolutely adorable! And your poem and the photos are wonderful. I love Jimmy's life lessons with the elm tree and curly bugs -- are those the same as roly-poly bugs?
:)
Clare, I had to check on Wikipedia, and yes, they're the same. I've always known them as "potato bugs" but my husband and now my son call the curly bugs. Apparently other common names are sow bugs, pill bugs, and woodlice. The scientific name is Armadillidium, and they are crustaceans, making them more closely related to crabs and shrimp than to other "bugs"--which I didn't know before (thanks for asking so I had an excuse to learn all that!) :) Sorry; I'm an information junkie!
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