he doesn’t have my eyes
he doesn’t have my chin
my lips
or my face
he doesn’t have my arms
my legs
or even my thick italian hands
but he laughs just like me
he smiles
the same way i do
he listens
moves
and jumps with excitement
just like me
and even though
he was born
somewhere else
to someone else
he still fits perfectly
in my arms
in my life
and in my world
he’ll never have
my hair
my feet
or even my ears
but he will always have
the one true thing
that ever really mattered
he will have
my heart.
