Another night
Another morning.
Sleeping is fitful.
Can’t quite get comfortable.
So I’m up at
3 am;
Doing what I can
to remember that
I still have agency
To reach out and engage.
Can’t get there in person.
Zoom will have to do
And it will.
February 7, 2023
poems for friends 
Thank you Harry.
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Yes, thank you Harry.
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Beautiful simple and rhythmic poem. Who are you Zooming at 3 am, Harry? (insert smiley)
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Hi Harry,
I wrote a poem but I don’t know how to post it. It’s for you anyway, so you can post it if you want, or just read it for yourself. I have been an avid follower of you blog, which I think is fantastic. As for your situation, I’m speechless. Except to say you and Cathy are in my prayers.
Best, and always with love,
Leta
Here’s the poem:
Feel
I’m not the poet
But I know how I feel
I know how I felt when he saved me
And those times…they were many
I know how my friends felt when he saved them
I know how we felt
Safe
Safe in our homes
Safe in our lives
Respected
Cared for
Loved
I know how I felt
Knowing
Knowing that my calls would be returned
No matter where I was in the world
And those places…they were many
He would take care of it
Later we would laugh about it
I know how I feel
Honored
Honored to know him
Honored to be represented by him
He has cancer
What?
I’m not the poet
I speak for the class
And our numbers…they are many
Together we stand
All hearts by his side
We know how we feel
Leta Davis
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