Always Read the Label
Wed, 10 Dec 2014
In between his cornflakes and his toast,
he looks at me – says he thinks
Why’s that? I ask, trying to stay calm.
His mood swings, he says;
one minute, he’s up, the next –
feeling really depressed.
Tell him it’s probably hormonal;
seeing as he’s seventeen.
Tell him to bide his time before
he labels himself anything...
speaking of which – read out loud
words on a small, pink sticker
on the hem of his new T shirt.
Made in the Philippines;
smile to myself recalling that sojourn;
where he was conceived,
Composition, Ninety percent
cotton, six-percent Lyrca – four percent,
Seemed he was quite a mixed bag;
more to him than met the eye.
On reflection – a bit like me,
and most everyone else.