Jacob Ryan
I watched the little rascal
while in his crib one day
up against the mirror
making faces to himself.
He was acting in a play
making scowls and then
he’d smile. Backwards
and forwards. What was
he rehearsing for?
At only eighteen months
I wonder if he knew
that the one smiling back
was his alter ego too?
Blue eyed blonde with
curls all neatly shorn,
did I detect atop that
beautiful head a little
horn or two?
© Deirdre Moignard Miller, 2005
and the tradition continues!
