My son
looks like me with different coloured eyes.
We're the
spit of each other, he looks like me in disguise,
except his
hair's white & straight & mine's brown & curly.
He's got a
different personality & language,
that
apart, he's like the opposite slice of the same sandwich!
We're
indistinguishable but for our lips & noses
& the shape of our faces.
& the shape of our faces.
Also his
head's regal & balanced like an egyptian demi-god
(what's
the word for that?)
whereas
mine looks like a pile of sand poured out of a brickie's hod.
He looks
like i would if i was stunning.
He acts
like i would if i was clever.
He relates
to people with trust & curiosity & openeness
& has
an affinity towards friends with sensitivity, intelligence, vivacity.
Not like
the barmpots i attract.
He's just
like me, my son except he lives in a land called now.
I love him
so much
I'm always
swimming in awe of his immeasurability.
He makes
me feel beautiful somehow.
Written
for Arthur Cooke, when he was little.
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