Wednesday, December 14, 2016
When A Boy is 6
He gives me a grin and it goes like this:
straight, up, over, down, straight.
Tooth, gap, gap, tooth.
Adding corners to his smile.
And he’s that wiry age, a paper clip bent into the shape of a little boy.
Sharp elbows, pointy knees, he and his scooter just make a little set of triangles.
How can all those points and ends be so warm and loving in the flash of his bright smile, right at me walking by.
Posted by jillyg at 11:48 AM