Jane Underwood was my writing mentor. I wrote this poem about her. The first paragraph is about meeting her for the first time at a class she invented called the Round Robin. I must have signed up for that class 15 or 16 times! And it's still going on, thanks to Suzy Parker who has taken it over. I took my poem to a gathering in Jane's honor today. I wasn't able to read it but I kept it in my pocket and gave it to Jack.
Your child-like voice
The SHEER VOLUME of wonder your eyes could hold
Your sense of style
Remember those persimmon jeans?
The shoes with wide elastic bands?
Pens like arrows in your hands.
You loved a rant.
You unearthed my best
And gave it back to me in gold.
You brushed aside the rest.
Let fly the bad and blasted back the good
–A regular Round Robin-hood.