your eyes are wide and bright.
Your smile spreads across your face
and offers me delight.
Stories of your grandmother,
the 194 cookies she had baked
your time spent in the lighting booth
the planning documents you make.
Your shirts are always made of lines
three colors, only and primary too
white, or red, yellow, and blue.
Your name could have been
a long and intricately elegant Italian one, you say
yet, you like to sounds of s at the end of Adams
and so you aren't too disappointed your name is not the other way.
You told me the story of the crazy history teacher
and her vicarious lessons
and how she does such shocking things
as make you reenact rescissions.
You are my new friend! but forgive me,
as you would make me say,
"I am your new 'give' friend"
and I'd have to agree, as I did earlier today.
When I cleaned up my paper plate with watermelon rind
you stood there as "moral support"
Oh, how kind! And then you took my plate from me, and you threw it away.
From moral support to doer of the job! I thank you, and, Hooray! :)