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Little Man Around the House
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Little Man Around the House Mama Elsie's ninety now. She calls you whippersnapper. When you two laugh, her rheumatism Slips out the window like the burglar She hears nightly. Three husbands & an only son dead, she says I'll always be a daddy's girl. Sometimes I can't get Papa's face Outta my head. But this boy, my greatGreat -grandson, he's sugar in my coffee. You look up from your toy Telescope, with Satchmo's eyes, As if I'd put a horn to your lips. You love maps of buried treasure, Praying Mantis, & Public Enemy ... Blessed. For a moment, I'm jealous. You sit like the king of trumpet Between my grandmama & wife, Youngblood, a Cheshire cat Hoodooing two birds at once. for Ladarius 27 New Poems ...