the home made gift

for thirty two dollars
he found
a local artist who
made a portrait and a t-shirt
imprint of his
grandson.
he showed me the finished
pieces of art,
taking them out
of his car.
the child looked inhuman.
a greenish hue
had blended into
the flesh tone,
the hair was pointed
and wet.
the kid's eyes were
crossed, one green, the other
more blue.
his head was shaped like
an unshelled peanut.
saying nothing would have
been the best response,
but I said, oh my.
do you think she'll like
them, he asked,
folding the t-shirt neatly
and placing it back into
his car.