Family Portrait: For Carl
This is you; this is me,
at the end of the row, white-faced.
I have you clamped in an iron grip
to keep you from getting off my lap.
The camera was quick; next minute
you were howling your head off!
At the other end, Ray is not looking pleasant;
Yes, we can wait all day if we want to!
With an occasional worn-out sob,
Linda props her head against him
And I smile down at you just like
the photographer said to.
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