Dear John

He was a Nam Vet having flash backs, I was a black band wearing hippy. “You spit on me when I got back”. “I didn’t spit on you, you are a hero”. “We were over there dying and you were protesting”. “I was protesting because you were over there dying. I was protesting the government, not our soldiers”. “You spit on me”. “You are a hero, I did not…..” We agreed to disagree.

I wrote him a poem.

Dear John,

The world is how we think it is.

We can see it as beautiful and lovely or ugly and fearful.

If you see the world through eyes of beauty,

The world will be beautiful.

If you see the world through eyes of fear,

The world will be fearful.

Only you can choose.

Choose wisely.

Love, Constance

It took awhile.

He changed his mind.

He chose more wisely.