Henry,
He named his presence
And if not for the deep diagonal line
Furrowing between his thick brows
She would have named him handsome
Snuggling into his rough calloused hand
She saw a glimpse of shining beauty
A rattling silver bracelet full of charms
It stole the drum beat from her heart
Her wrinkled fingers warmed the metal
Brushed against the open mouth
of a tiny ballet shoe
She had been a dancer once
Of that she was sure
Hungry now
She passed the sparkling jewels
That held only beauty but not meaning
She landed on a name
Smelted together without care
“Elvis”
He had been her first true love
Shaking softly with age
her small hands continued on their adventure
and came to a screeching halt
At the bold statement of
#1
MOM
Awareness filled her head
tears blurred her eyes
as she looked up at him
Henry Elvis Shelman
Her baby
Mom,
He named her presence
And the deep diagonal line
Smoothed out between his dark brows
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