May 31, 1927. Had an interview with a Mr. Bockstice who has a beautiful garden across from school. He gave me an armload of peonies.
Your youthful
garden peonies
followed me
my whole life
until I found the strength to
simply let them go.

photo by Humbabba (Wikimedia Commons)
Poem #30 of 30 Poems in November. I did it! And, it's not too late--you can still celebrate this achievement by making a contribution to Center for New Americans. Thank you, friends, for cheering me on and supporting my efforts. Whew!