(label found on the knee of my sonís jeans after his first day of preschool)
I donít know where it came from but itís there, stuck
him label-less, saw his small head, how tragically
around, and, with a pop, twist off. I am grateful
that label, grateful that they did not choose
thankful they turned my attention to the fact
The world will not always be gentle with my son.
Cati Porter is a poet, artist, and freelance writer.
More of her poems be read online in the journals Poetry Southeast,
Sunspinner, Banyan Review, and Poetry Midwest.
She lives in Riverside, California, with her husband and two young sons.