His Name Is Jack
He has been attached to me since he was a baby
And I became his every day caregiver, loving him like a son
Not a grandson.
His amber eyes watching my face for cues as to
how fascinated I was, or how silly we would get to be
On that day.
He is twelve now, and as tall as I am, yet
He is not too old to lie on me like a puppy.
Languishing on my lap or just leaning against me.
He took an assessment test
And it came out that he has the
Heart of a counselor, a listener, a helpmate
I am not surprised.
He is the most tender heart in the family.
Worrying about everyone else
at the expense of himself
I believe he learned that from me.
I have no idea how but he is the most
empathetic caring soul I have ever met.
His name is Jack. He is twelve.
Contest: 2 to 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
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