Ode to my ode man
By Vanessa Chavez
Your hair may turn into Molokini island,
and your balls may sag to the ground.
Your ears may get as big as an elephant,
but still, I will stick around.
You may grow a schnoz as large as a greyhound
and become as blind as a bat.
But I will gladly lie beside you,
and hang upside down, just like that.
You may limp like a three-legged dog one day
and hunch over like a folded-up chair.
You may not remember your own name one day,
and still, I will be there.
You may become as silver as Hina Hina
and as tired as that moss flows,
And I will still be there with you,
with my big ears and my big nose.