A little about Girlie
What can I say about GirlieOnTheEdge? She was once referred to as “Mary Poppins with a whip”. Although in a flux state (evolution), she is a clark. Redundant? Uh huh. (go here: the Wakefield Doctrine.)
Always the individual – one foot in, one foot out. Music holds a predominant place within her world. A Girlie without music is a Girlie not. Next to the beach/ocean, her library is where she is most comfortable – surrounded by books, music, prints, paintings… Her interests are as eclectic as she is.
Art is life and life art. All is mutable…and anything is possible…
It’s quite a tribute to your dad that he would initially respond to the poet declaration with ” No, really…”, and then, after short consideration, give you the best advice he could. Shows that he really did respect you, and your decision.
Yes, he was encouraging as to the writing thing. I remember him telling me I could write about anything and everything my mind could conjure.
My Dad was a natural at the piano but little did I Know he was somewhat of a poet himself. About 6 years or so ago I was going through some boxes that had been packed away and came across a leather billfold/padholder thing that belonged to my mother. I went through all the compartments, each one empty until the very last one. There was a delicate, yellowed single sheet of paper carefully folded in half and then half again. It was a poem my Dad had written to my mother a very, very long time ago. It was beautiful. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed reading it, my eyes filling with tears. How can I describe the feeling of discovering that my Dad was the source of my hopeful, romantic “poet’s heart”?
My only regret is not knowing this about him while he was alive. Now that would be one collaborative effort to be reckoned with.