The naming of the child

That word was like a torn up half page

and floated gently in through the window

on it scribbled in some far off language

first name first time in eerie TV glow

across the room the father sat in his place

the news as usual, hyped up talk show

each pixel jammed froze as he turned his face

and looked straight and said, ”Yes, I think I know.”

And they matched the two halves like an old password

like a dollar bill torn and used by two spies

in some nightclub where the two edges fit

one half this line, the other half that blood

and both clicked close without an air of surprise

as if all prearranged and really, that was it.

Today my child is a teenager, a year closer to growing up.  He asked me a few days back if I ever wrote about him!  I said many times, but I rarely put it up over here.  So this is for him, if he should ever visit :)  Happy birthday to the greatest love of my life!