Bundle of Joy and Sorrow

He wore red sandals and bib overalls,
tanned stripes on his chubby little feet,
long blond hair halfway down his back,
a brown men's dress hat even in the heat.


Walking free and making friends,
he charmed everyone at art fairs,
other artists coming to meet us,
the proud parents with no cares.


On the big flat board we painted,
He played with cars and trucks,
loved Winnie the Pooh and poetry,
"bundle of joy and sorrow" was the crux.


That song I knew was his about him,
I knew not why then.