Paul loved Cat Stevens, as evidenced by the following poem.
Cat Stevens Then and Now
As I walked up the stairs I heard Cat Stevens singing
the familiar words of his song, “Morning has Broken,”
and there I was back in 1973
in our old gray Chrysler station wagon
with the fake wood trim red-leather seats,
and Paul was sitting in the back,
belting out the words with him. He was only two then,
still clutching his green stuffed turtle for dear life
as we drove along.
His fat cheeks were rosy red, his blonde hair
cut like an upside-down cereal bowl around his face.
Then I return to this day and my table at the
westside mall where the lunch crowd
is beginning to gather not knowing or caring how I grieve
for the chubby little boy sitting in his car seatwhen so little made him happy