This post is for my aunt and friend Sulimb.
I remember when I was a little girl before you and Robert went to California I came over to your apartment. I remember coloring in a Snow White coloring book with your colored pencils. You told me that what I had done was so pretty I should be an artist.
You are the reason I took up drawing.
I remember when I was 9 or 10 I came to see you in California. All the adults were talking and I wanted to too. I quoted a poem. You looked at me in shock and amazement and asked if I had made that up because if I had I should be a poet. I told you I hadn’t. But I can still remember the feeling of pride at having something to say that was worth saying and the feeling of disappointment when I had to admit it was someone else’s words. I resolved to write something I could claim.
You are the reason I write.
Thank you for these two unintentional gifts.
Go visit her Xangaland she’s awesome. My other post for the day is still up below this one. Take care