Sam wears a watermelon
With slippery black thread seeds,
Woven red juice
And stitched green rind.
With rain and sunshine
And a blessing or two
The watermelon
Grows and grows
In silken black curls.
On Shabbat watermelon vines
Slide down to his forehead and
Leafy bobby pins point to
Hazel irises of round eyes,
Sam's kippa tilted to the side.
Dedicated to Sam
With slippery black thread seeds,
Woven red juice
And stitched green rind.
With rain and sunshine
And a blessing or two
The watermelon
Grows and grows
In silken black curls.
On Shabbat watermelon vines
Slide down to his forehead and
Leafy bobby pins point to
Hazel irises of round eyes,
Sam's kippa tilted to the side.
Dedicated to Sam