Number Two has a pokey sort of growth,
a two-day beard covering his jaws.
The mustache could really be a mustache if he worked on it.
Early morning glasses and puffy eyes.
Upper lip still poking out just a bit past the lower;
something only his mother would notice.
Sweet boy is so much like his dad.
He lets me hug him as long as I want.
That’s the best.
Number One’s brain goes 100 miles an hour.
As he hears each word, he listens quietly and his eyes close just a bit;
I can nearly see his brain hearing, churning, analyzing.
An independent thinker always looking
to better himself, the world, and
those of us in his world.
Sweet boy is so much like his mom.
He lets me hug him as long as I want.
That’s the best.
