Hunny doo melon is lovely when feeling like not wanting to do very much. There are strawberries in the fridge. I wish I had some star fruit it’s yummy to the tummy My Nana said she improvised a poem about graham crackers and hunny. She had to learn it for a school performance and she said “of course I didn’t memorize it” because she was too busy reading her big brother’s books and what ever else she could get her hands on and doing her favorite thing of all tap dancing! She said she remembered the first few lines but then she got creative and it went something like this Graham Crackers and Honey are so good to eat you feel it in your belly right down to your feet. She said she got down to rhyming that the teacher had to say and thank you Fern Eaton. She did a little curtsy and proudly left the stage. She was a natural poet her father was a poet and I can remember her asking me my sister (who was two years younger and my cousin Mikey a year younger than my sister what we wanted every month. Dawn and Mikey would always ask for toys and candy, but she would always take me to the theater, the ballet or buy me books. She was a cast member of a theater company that my uncle Maurice directed and one of my earliest memories was of her reciting the line “I got grit in my craw” She said that I often used that expression when I was about three. She said that she knew that I was a born performer. And wouldn’t you know it I went on to study ballet and modern dance, and now I’m a piano based singer songwriter. She was right! I love performing but, what I love most is the writing aspect the and of course collaboration and studio work. She has dementia now and when I went to visit her five years ago, she was still rhyming. This is so funny she said “I ran outta luck now all I can do is Fuck!!!