I found this tiny book at my local bookstore. I’m not a big poetry person, but this warmed my heart.
The poet’s son, William E. Williams, was my pediatrician when I was growing up in New Jersey. My mother thinks he saved my life, and she may be right.
That’s always given me more patience to read this poet than I have with others. I’m no literary critic, but I appreciate his simplicity and clarity.
There’s a children’s book about Williams that my sister sent me at another time of career transition.
I take them as messages from the universe: “You should be writing!”