Shopping for J.
Already know, nothing cheap looks good on him.
First, we go to men's store,
See what's new in the world.
Then we go to kids store
And buy exactly the same in size 5 or 4.
Only "big boys colors": red, black and blue.
Nothing that might have a girl in the mind.
J chooses his own everything,
One time he refused to get pants,
Didn't much the shoes.
He picks himself T-shirt and shorts,
Tells what he has to wear.
I ask, how do you know,
You are not even four.
J likes to dance, has a girlfriend,
A little Jessica who tells me everything about him.
Knows how to kiss and plays basketball and soccer almost like a pro.
His shoes only Geox, only one my request,
J's - must have lights and look cool.
I say nothing, he is a boy,
Especially now,
When he's graduated from the Preschool 2.
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
