Poem While at Duke Street.
Hi Hon, What follows was written as a poem at Duke Street. I found it written (cursive) in pencil and am copying it here as it was on the brown unlined paper. I don’t know if you ever got a copy of this or not. I don’t remember.
I don’t remember what I had done that promoted the writing. I think I would like to have remembered but some of those days were hard days.
(This is how the paper was headed.)
Carol, my love,
I wrote this today at work. It was put in this form for an article in the Duke St. Digest but it is my thought as related to you. I am sure you can see what I mean.
I Didn’t Understand Little Miss Muffat’s Spider.
Little Miss Muffat
Sat on a tuffett
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
And frightened Little Miss Muffat away.
Although I loved Little Miss Muffat
I laughed and I laughed at her fear
Of such a little thing.
A tear came to her eye
And a lump to her throat because of the understanding I lacked.
Some time later I found out why
The tear in her eye and lump in her throat
I had not seen my lack of understanding
Until it had hurt so deep.
Then day by day as she ate her curds and whey
As I began to see the hurt I had made.
I shared with a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat.
Oh, how could I have been so careless?
Not to have understood
Her fear of such a little thing
And to —as it were — make fun of her.
Although I may not have such a fear
As she does of them
Oh may I care for her feelings
And give sympathy and understanding.
Oh God; no matter who the Little Miss Muffat is
and no matter what the spider is
help me to be caring and understanding
in their area of need.
Written sometime between 1971 — 1980 on unlined brown paper.
Copied to computer 11/6/2017
Larry E. Whittington