FILL IN THE BLANKS
My favorite gift today,
a blank book requesting poetry.
My grandkids have such taste,
weaned on the likes of Silverstein, Milne and Seuss.
Why should they read grandpa's verse?
The empty spaces in these pages
can capture nothing
that has not been uttered better before
by Eeyore,
or with more spunk than The Cat in the Hat.
I have no attic retreat
promising enlightenment.
But I am buoyed by this advantage.
These giants of the literati,
had imaginations which took them to the edge of the world,
but on trajectories which did not meet
those of my kids’ kids.
I can write
inspired by names and faces etched in mind,
of how Emily, Hannah and Alyssa,
Olivia, Senja and Blake
have filled the spaces of my time.
DRK
1/26/12
