Portrait

Cousin at two.

The picture of you in the green and white party dress
has brightened with age.
The Curly Wurly tendrils
that played around your face,
were warm and sweet smelling then.

The bow lips shot baby kisses
And the swelling brown eyes,
stroked eager hearts.

But it was the button of your nose
That made us coo that day.
When you toddled into Grandma's 50th,
The entire room was yours.