I must apologize for not being able to put the name of this entry’s author here, as I have lost the trail back, and the link won’t go live till I publish.
I could not, however, leave it unshared with our readers.
This is a double rewarding article: once for the heartfelt and passionate tribute to something high and fine toward which its author strives — and once for the woman to whom tribute is being paid, who has overcome more obstacles than the rest of us would care to dream about, to accomplish everything most of us love to dream about.
A most worthwhile read.
Apologies to the author, again.
A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet
Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land
Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap
Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak