Listening to every heart
What She CAN Do [Dedicated to Pepper]
‘Twas a fluke when she wrote a joke
about good ol’ ‘Deer and bugs.
‘Twasn’t a fluke, though, when she
found Passions, and gave out Hugs.
“To all the fine people and poets here”
She then confesses, her eye casts a tear,
“to your heartfelt and warm entreaties
to write another poem, but please…
“Let me do what I do best,
and put me not hither to your test
of whether I can write or not
for my “gift of read” is all I’ve got.
“That I may praise you, and what you’ve done,
when you render joy under this old sun,
and when you impart tragedy, then heart’s content,
my, you all leave me eloquently spent.
“So please, entreat me no more,
but let me open Passions door
and read you all to my heart’s delight
and take me well into your night.”
So to our Pepper, whom to our lives has given spice,
may we find more like you, who are ever so nice!
Enjoy your treasure, your “gift of read”
and may the poets here tender all you need.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow