Bless this boy, born with the strong face of my older brother, the one I loved most, who jumped with me from the roof of the playhouse, my hand in his hand. On Friday nights we watched Twilight Zone and he let me hold the bowl of popcorn, a blanket draped over our shoulders, saying,…
I loved this short poem. It reminds me of a favorite epigram, by J.V. Cunningham:
Arms and the man I sing, and sing for joy,
Who was last year all elbows and a boy.