One Sunday morning at Ballard Farmer’s Market, a sign saying “Poems, your topic, your price” drew my attention. In front of this sign were two men tapping on old fashioned typewriter on recycled paper. One of them was Willhelm Curius.
I asked him if he could write something for my eldest son who was abroad for his sophomore year and whom I missed. He asked for a few more information and I gave him more details and described Pierre a little bit. There were a lot of people at the market that day and he told me he would be done 30 minutes later.
When I came back he offered to read the poem aloud. I found it very moving and I was touched.
