One of my Word Play students, a man in his 80s, wrote a poem in class off a prompt I gave. He read it, and the other students in the group were wowed. He returned the next week with a revised version, asking the class for help refining it. He also brought a drawing his wife had done. Slowly, the two merged into a single piece.
The story of the drawing is poignant. I’ve asked Ron to explain it to you:
“My wife, Lea, is losing her sight. We both know and love this little tree from our walks. Because of vision problems we were forced to scramble down a steep slope so that she could feel the trunk, and its many turns. She asked to collaborate with me on this small piece. This is the result.”