I love people who send me correspondence in poetic form. This is because then I can write them back with a poem. Poems are definitely one of my favoritest things. You know that. Oh, this how I share things with you now, publicly. This is how I make transmission...there is always the mild frustration that I can't see you, but alas, to the poem. I wrote it in a Stockholm Airport. My plane was delayed 2 hours. I love people who send me notes in the forms of poems. You used to do that. I'm so grateful that our friends still do.
Oh, Eleni is fine, but she's been better ah, it will take time to change this weather
That's what her friends say and they are so smart especially Jackie whose got a big heart
Oh, Eleni is fine, as Stockholm is little. She waits to fine dine on Berliner schnitzel
But the plane is delayed, and so she's got time to let the hours fade and write this odd rhyme.
Oh, how is Jackie, I send her big kisses! How much I do miss that lovely, sweet Mrs!
