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      November 3, 2010Jake’s PoemJudith Slater

      I asked my grandson (8) to write a poem. We were waiting in the car
      for his mother and sister to agree on a dress for her 5th grade graduation,
      so he scribbled in a little notebook for about five minutes and handed me this

      as fluffy as
      a blue
      jay. as fluffy
      as a cloud
      where the
      blue jays
      blue eggs
      try to hatch
      in the wind

      He printed it and he put my real name, not grandma, at the top,
      which moved me. I have been wrestling the imagination into words
      for a number of years, but to have it burst into flower like that—
      one has to be a child or practice letting it be.

      from #24 - Winter 2005