The Poem
For eight years I've asked him to write me a poem.
"I don't know how.
"Why can't you learn? We teach children how to write poems."
I just can't, it's not something I think I can do."
"Couldn't you just go on line and follow the directions?"
"I don't know, is it really that important to you?"
"Well, it must be because I've been asking you for it for over eight years, so yeah, I'd say it was important."
This morning, there was a poem on my computer.
He'd written it when I was in the bath.
It was the most beautiful haiku that I've ever read. I hope he writes more, because he's pretty good.
Everyone wants me to publish the poem. I'm sorry, Sam has asked me not to, he says its private.
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