Squinting in the hotel mirror
Reaching for my glasses. On the lenses
I notice many tiny specks of salt
Remembrances of Monday
Remembrances of Margo
How fleeting are our lives
As seen in those precious
Tiny tears.
Dan Harper
A Living Pencil
Solid joys, deep sorrows, aggressive hope
A Living Pencil 
What a lady, to inspire this much love. What a family—such a way with words!