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Some woman named Nancy sent me a message via Facebook, and I didn’t know what to do with it.  She claimed I wrote a poem, and she had a grammatical question about it.

The problem was I didn’t recognize the poem she referenced. I hope I can be excused, as I’ve written more words than are in War and Peace and The Brothers Karamazov lumped together.

I ignored the post for a while, until curiosity intervened. Tonight I wrote her back, saying I didn’t believe I’d ever written a poem title “Legacy.” But she began sending the poem to me, line by line.  It’s all on Facebook.

And when she got to the line wherein her grammatical question lay, I realized I was the author. And I was touched.

I’d written that poem years ago as part of a collection called Bittersweet, a collection that chronicled my disintegrating marriage and never saw the light of publishing day. I don’t even know where Nancy came upon it.

I wrote her back acknowledging that she was correct on both counts.  I was the author and she was right about the grammar. She responded that she was writing her obituary and wanted to use the poem in it.

If I never publish another work, Nancy has validated me.

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One response to “Touched”

  1. adaire says:

    Hi AB,

    Pls consider sharing the poem with your readers.


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