katie

 Katie

Johnclarestokes 

Perhaps I have met a living poet

Katie I once visited every Sunday

We called her group the R word

Before everyone became a bit

challenged with special needs

But Katie was the one person

who ever loved my three chord

Guitar playing

Or the harmonica serenade 

For sane ears not made

Katie at one Christmas party

Gave me a handwritten 

Bound book of poems she

Painstakingly penned 

in all caps it seemed

And in the years ensuing

And all the moving

The little book of simple poems

Went missing

And we quit going to Garden Park

On Sundays

And Katie I’m sure kept on

With her poems

I trust someone came into her

Life again

She could side up to and

Say, I just LOVE you.