Mena June, you’re the pride of your daddy’s eyes
Mena June, you’re the joy your momma sees inside
The pictures taken can’t possible hide
Day by day the way you live
Some you got to take – some you got to give
And you do – you do so freely
Give away for the world to see
I’m so glad that includes me.
It’s like you’re next door but your not
When the weather is fair there – here it’s hot.
There Eliot Lee sits
Staring at the canvas
Something in mind
We’ll tell within time.
What looks like scribbles to you
Maybe chariots of horses in his mind galloping through.
Mena June quietly sits (?)
Watches her brother – will he pick up the paint brush
Or might he throw a fit
Or calmly tell us, “I played JFK in a school skit.”
His grandma says, ”Let’s hear it”
You would think he was there.
I think he thought he was
He knew his lines – just because.
Eliot Lee, you’re the pride of your momma’s eyes
And Mena June. . . .
Your both growing up too soon.
Next trip there’ll be lot’s to do
We had a wonderful time seeing you.
July 16, 2011