The poem about freedom and restraint

The poem is universal

I can be anywhere and

Read, write, or know a poem.

What a poem is is what I am.

A poem is what you are.

You are nice

And pretty and I like you.

Is it wrong to like you?

Well, I hope not.

I like poems.

I like them a lot.

And I know what I want,

What I want you and a poem to do.

I know I want you to love me.

So love me.

Love me freely

And I will stand in equality

With you and cry

And cry we will

By the mountains

And rivers of the world

And know each other

We will know each other

Cause we know a poem.

Art

There is goodness in the world

Little boy named Bill, birthday June 9^th,

Who has a smile like my father’s

And it is Matt who wants to marry me and there is goodness

Like the sun and the sound of children

Even evil children are good in their voices

And the thought of beauty is something

That will always bring me back

Because beauty stitches and love regards

And Justin, age 7, made me a charcoal drawing

Of an ice-cream monster and said “Where’s Dottie?”

So he could give it to me and I would hang it up

Needing is good you see

You know needing is good

It is good to need each other

It is good to love and I do

I do love