Evelyn (fine poet and longtime mother of Zan) arrives at Burbank Airport this evening for a 6-day visit. To honor her considerable influence on my love for the English language, here is one of her creations. The poem was written about her only child, then 7...a little girl who, when beseeched by her harried mother to please stop whirling around the room for just a minute, said, "But Mommy, I gotta dance!"
ALEXANDRA
Terpsichore!
You took her while still a fresh damsel fair;
Fashioned her with wild and ardent care.
Charged her to be a cyclonic storm
Amenable to you, inspired to perform
Odd creations from Russian lore,
To dance excitedly for the Emperor.
Then, like a spool unwinding silken thread,
With golden braids ribboned atop her head,
She curtsied deep, alas and in truth;
You abducted her breathless spirit of youth.
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