The Seer of Cleveland asks, "I thought it was charming that "An Insider's Guide to Robert Anton Wilson" included a poem written for your wife. Did she like the poem? Will you post one of your more recent poems?"
Yes, she loved the poems in the book.
A little Christmas poem
We would wait in the hall
for my father to put Christmas records on
(Bing Crosby, etc.) a stack of them on the record player
And then we'd open presents, one by one
youngest to oldest, which
I'd hand out.
In the joyous aftermath we'd eat
sausage and my mother's coffee cake