FOUND!

from SEGUE; 2

the picture of the horse, Stepping Davis, was under the couch.

I’ve been cleaning out, and I just saw a corner of a piece of paper sticking out. I thought it was nothing.

but I pulled it out and it didn’t want to come out at first! It was stuck to the floor. It turned out that it was the sketch of Stepping Davis that I was looking for. It is important to me because I started writing poetry after my son was born, and one of the fitst poems was about something terrible that happened, they took him away from me. Alex was disturbed by this.

I never understood until this very moment that horses have feelings just like cats and dogs and people, each in their different ways. I didn’t understand that I was mistreating that horse, I knew that I was doing something wrong by neglecting him, but I didn’t understand how it felt to HIM. Obviously that came to me as a lesson about my infant son because the problem was that I didn’t understand boys/men because of the clir0oral injury as a little girl and the organic prpersonality disorder as well, I didn’t understand myself as a female.

so that horse suffered. I was afraid to go to the barn because the boys went there. I called and asked for them to let him out week after week.

so they took him away, they bought him from my parents.

once he got better they permitted me to ride him one more time and then I never saw him again.

Kent Sch9ol handles things well.

here is the picture, it’s just barely a wisp

so, withe lessons like these, and being an oldermother, I was able to do better with my son than my famiky expected: here he is at exactky 2:,

and here is the first poem I wrote when he was born and the one I wrote in faith wh er n I was about to lose him all over again at the DV shelter in Florida:

we were in it after that.

Finally, the Tampa punch bowl incident around the turn of the millenium.. At an all-Black convention, someone spread the word that one of the European waiters had spit in the punch bowl. I’m realizing right now that it really could have happened! After what I have been through for the last 10 months I have a rather different view of human nature. The therapist in Tamoa who called me a Pollyanna was right. One thing that is true is that we are all fragile containers.like the punch bowl,