When you have your first child, you do what all first-time parents do: you make a will. When our oldest was born, we found ourselves an attorney and made a will. I remember the meeting where we signed the wills; our son was perfectly content to set in my lap or my wife’s lap and make rude noises. The attorney understood; he had children of his own, including a 9- or 10-year-old son named Aaron.
The attorney’s son would grow up to become a poet, Aaron Belz. He’s now published his third collection of poetry, Glitter Bomb.
I may have just found a new favorite poet.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.