Parents in poetry. Album
I.The Shaving Brush Today I, son of Morton D'Evelyn, retire the brush inherited from him - lank, wispy stub - for a new one
- full, fresh, trim - my son bought me at Crabtree & Evelyn.
Before bed, I check him:
pale head on paler pillow. All's well. Starlight spills
from the window, the night breeze lifts a forelock.
Vanity of fathers! My son, flesh of dreams,
light of ancient stars.