Poetry was one of the first art forms I encountered in life, thanks to the birthday poems my grandfather used to write for each of his 17 living grandchildren. One of the many small losses of adulthood has been the diminution of his body of work, which began with poems for my grandmother written during World War II naval cruises and later extended, in peacetime, to dentistry, garage sales, his faith and various other topics. The larger my known world of poetry grows, the more I fear to share his work with others, lest my delight prove based on poor judgment.
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