Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
— William Blake
Mom says auburn kid was born an animal she can’t
handle (but not bad) with tiger T-shirts on
first birthday and arrival of first baby to prove it.
My little sister got earth-tone puppies or kittens
but Pops insisted as their firstborn son
his room needed to be toughen up burnt orange.
With that as our Blakean beginning, I learned
how to fear and loathe my father Bernard
which carried over hunting Bernie until you died.
Then our surprise: after there was no breath —
so relieved, finally – Papa’s blue eyes
opened then looked more radiant than any sky.