Three Flamingos

I got a new Shel Silverstein book today, "new" meaning a posthumously published collection of never before published poems and drawings. This man embodies childhood, innocence, just plain fun. The simplicity in his poems evokes a truth so strong and definite, you have to take his word for whatever he says. This book is really so tender, it makes me want to cry. Just look at how the book starts off:

"YEARS FROM NOW"
Although I cannot see your face
As you flip these poems awhile,
Somewhere from some far-off place
I hear you laughing--and I smile.

The book then ends with:

"WHEN I AM GONE"
When I am gone what will you do?
Who will write and draw for you?
Someone smarter--someone new?
Someone better--maybe YOU!

If that doesn't make your poor little heart want to break, then you need to read more children's poetry. Note that "children's" is used quite loosely here.

I would write more and read more and eat more, but alas, I have practice tomorrow morning. I'll attempt to refrain from negative comments now.