By Adrian Davis

It is marked by his tendency
To wear his clothes backwards
Perhaps not backwards
Perhaps not tendency
More like
Insistence
More like Decisiveness
Not backwards
Different
His way
His view

It is marked by his intelligence
His speech
His way of looking
At the world
His word
A world that does indeed
Revolve around him
His tendency
No propensity
To induce those around him
To insure
That it revolves around him

It is marked by his ferocious
Love
His intense emotions
His need to be good
His need for that one person
To be pure
Forever happy
Forever there
For him
To hug
To lean on
To cry to
To learn from

It is marked by his invariable impression
His mark
His personality
His innate ability
To change the lives
Of all that meet him
Forever
Indelibly
Mirrored by his uncanny memory
His ability to remember
Because all of us will remember
For sure

It is marked by his voice
Singing shamelessly
Happily
Contagiously
In the ears of others
We can hear the trace
The divine trace
if God
Carried in his tiny, yet powerful voice
Telling us
That he is not less
He is just different
Perhaps more
But definitely
Beautiful