You would always
sit in your
baby carrier
with an odd
little tilt
of your
head,
and I would sit
across from you
and tilt my head
in return,
and even
though you
were a baby
you would
laugh and I
swear you
would get
our little
inside joke.
and as you
grew the
neck tilt
would stop
but I would
look for it
over and over
again,
but as you
grew older,
your sense of
humor grew
and it wouldn't
be long
until you were
the center of
everyone's
attention.
and your
laughter would
pour over us
and your words
would be
funny and kind,,
and I knew
you had the gift
of laughter
from my father,
and though
he passed
many years before
you were
born,
i can still
hear him
in your voice
in your laughter
I see him
in your eyes
at night.
they light up
a room they
light me and
your mother's
heart,
to know
that the
memory of
your little head
would be
forever tilted
in our
hearts to
hold.