“Heath Who,” Gillian Scharf

“Heath Who”

Gillian Scharf

Heath, who builds legos to the sky

and asks who will hug him

who is sticks and twigs

who is calluses and protein shakes

whose hair is made of hay

is too distracted to come down today

who tells me he loves me

who tells me he misses me

whose big eyes are marbles

can't come play

stays in his room all night and day

is busy, shut the door

we feel like he doesn't live here anymore

is hiding so we won't see him there,

but his voice reminds us he's everywhere

is soft things, weapons and tan crocs

who laughs up and down, up and down,

and down again

is the constant that keeps a smile on my face

asking who will hug him?

Who will hug him, who?