Small World

M.E.K. caricature  

A few days ago, I posted a narrative prose poem entitled, The Ragman.  I read this poem to my poetry class.  When I finished the teacher said, "That man was my grandfather."  And she wasn't kidding.  We come from the same town, so she knew exactly whom I was talking about.

I didn't write anything mean.  It was just not an attractive picture.  After all, the man frightened me.

But still.

How embarrassing!