Xander Pie's Eyes
How could I write about one and not the other?
When they’re so close in age they're peas in a pod,
Xander tends to be like me and his brother,
He’s funny and quirky and a little odd.
The boy has this certain personality,
His looks, his style, his likes even dislikes,
They’re close to mine it’s kind of uncanny,
Similar tempers and I’m just like - yikes!
He’s also a caring and loving young man,
Ever since he was little in his playpen,
It was then when I began to understand,
Xander Pie’s eyes were a slice of heaven.
Now at fourteen the boy has outright wittiness,
He talks in memes like dreams he seems to make up,
I love his sleepy face and aside the silliness,
He’s still my baby when I tell him to wake up.
I measure the success of my life through them,
With their laughter, smiles and affection,
All is right with the world when I hug him,
Because in his eyes I see love’s perfection.