I woke up this morning thinking about my Vassy girl. I was originally going to write that poem and call it Jack-in-the-box friend, or some nonsense like that. Basically saying that she wasn't always visible but she was there when I needed
her. But I like how it turned out. I think she likes it because I called her a master. (Just picking on ya hun) Tonight has been exciting. My little girl....sniff.....sniff writing her first story. "Cry" They grow up so
fast. She is having so much fun with it. She wanted to continue writing, but I had to say "sorry hun, getting late, time for bed." I even almost forgot the Poet for a little while.