P is for PoetryPosted: April 18, 2013
One of the questions on our foster/adopt application was about happy childhood memories. An answer I gave recounted dance and music festivals my sister and I used to go to in the summer with our father.
I was reminded of one particular event when I met a poet, Irene Warsaw. This was over twenty years ago, and when I just googled her, I was sad to learn that she died in 2005.
I only met her that one time, when I was about eleven, but I remember it well. I was painfully shy, but she quickly put me at ease and spoke to me like I was an adult, which is always something to be treasured. I was tickled pink when she referred to me as a fellow poet.
She published two books of poetry, A Word in Edgewise in 1964 and Warily We Roll Along in 1979.
Of all the autographed books I will ever have, I think I will value A Word in Edgewise the most.