Firmly seated into the spine-
Hundreds and hundreds...

Pages of my words for eyes to dine-
To fall asleep with while reading in bed.

Book form one day ?
Not for money, not for gain-

Not for "I told you so's" to say
Not for notoriety and not for fame.

For my children !
A piddly royalty check without fuss-

For my grandchildren
"Oh Look,
Pops - Poppa is still giving to us" with smiling faces.

A legacy of my words-
Days of great and jubilant times-

As if I were flying high with the birds-
And the nights where I struggled for reason and rhyme.

I won't mind being gone, you see-
I just don't want to be forgotten....

I'd just love if one of my poems could help someone see a bit more clearly-
The bite of their apple was a bit less rotten.

So, paperback I hope for one day-
I'd like this for so many reasons-

Not one of them is for the pay-
But, just to be a book on your nightstand for one....

heck,
   for all seasons.

"What was he thinking while inking this write" ?
"Was he down by where the land meets the sea" ?

"Was he at the Hospice garden where he took great delight" ?
"What was David/Pops/Poppa thinking when he wrote this.....

was he
   thinking of me ?