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.
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