Here’s a poem by my old friend Leta Davis.

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

February 8, 2023