|Mr. Chip Dameron. He gave me great advice.|
|Mr. Glen Sorestad, the first Poet Laureate |
of Saskatchewan, Canada (2000-2004).
|Chip signs my copy of his book, Waiting for an Etcher. |
He said I have a beautiful name.
But that was not my favorite part of the evening. My favorite part of the evening took me by surprise, like words perfectly penned together often do. Glen Sorestad read an entry from his collection, A Thief of Impeccable Taste, titled, Ten Years.
He read this poem with a simple and gracious ease. And I wept. Wept. I didn't anticipate that I would cry when I decided to attend this poetry reading. I didn't expect the emotion this particular poem would evoke in me.
What Mr. Sorestad didn't know was that I have a four-year old boy at home who is one of my greatest joys. But recently, I have found myself, on occasion, growing frustrated with him. The words in his poem, "with its constant reminder, of how a mother is heart and core of what a son becomes," cut me to the core. And reminded me what is of utmost importance; the current stage of life my son is in is temporary, but his character will be lasting. I am to continue the work I am doing in his life, knowing that it is not done in vain.
|Glen Sorestad signs my copy of his book, A Thief of Impeccable Taste. |
I thanked him for reading Ten Years.