But a page of prose does not a poem make, so I considered the fact that today is Ms Harper Lee's 87th birthday, and wrote a verse about it.
|Harper Lee in earlier years,|
looking much like
her character Scout
To Harper Lee, April 28, 2013
eighty-seven years old, Ms Lee
I hope you’re as happy as you can be
under the circumstances.
even if your royalties are only 10 percent
surely you would have enough for rent
your health is said to be poorly
and you’re in assisted living...
I hope you’re getting the assistance you need,
for instance, is there someone who can read
loud enough for you in your deafness
now that you are partly blind as well?
do you get to choose what’s read
or do they treat you as if dead?
is your food fresh every day
or does it come from far away?
in huge tin cans or else flash-frozen
do they put you in a tub-chair?
over in a corner where you
have no one to talk to?
a great many years, Ms Lee
I hope it’s not longer than you want it to be
Kay Davies, April 28, 2013
|I saw this on Facebook. It makes me, an old editor, laugh.|
It makes my friend, a retired teacher, laugh
about "the dog ate my homework"!
I hope it would make Harper Lee laugh as well.