Sunday, November 23, 2008

A poem, ( still trying to figure out a title)

My immortality lies

     in the scent of baby shampoo I inhale
     as I lay my head upon my 2 year olds toe- head fuzz,
     in the etch-a-sketch mustache
     of my fifteen year old

My great works, my masterpieces.

1 comment:

Kathy said...

I don't believe this needs a title. The poem speaks for itself and the absence of a title sort of draws one to the words.