Written March 28, 2013 My brother-in-law, Lee, is an artist, a caricaturist, a writer, a handyman, a father, and the Recyclone in days gone by. He’s also a poet. On Monday he realized that he had missed his mother’s 82nd birthday and so did what all kids do in a pinch. He self-crafted a gift, this time in the form of one of his famous poems. (He’s also famous for his popsicle stick birdhouses, on-the-spot caricatures, and homemade cards that…
