The first time I saw you
I was late to class
I saw impatience
When you critized our poetry
I saw an instructor
When you read your own
I saw a poet
When you came to class
With drops in your eyes
I saw confusion
When too many were absent
I saw displeasure
When you spoke of your first marriage
I saw pain
When you brought your son
I saw pride
When we had done well
I saw pleasure
Now ehen I look at you
I see a friend.

©Richard 5/3/76