One of the attic kneewall finds was a box that probably came from my Aunt Leila and Uncle Don’s house. In that box, in an envelope marked Portrait Reorder Division was, among other things, a piece of paper with “To Elvin” written on one side and the following poem written in nearly completely faded purple ink on the other side. At first I thought it was simply an old mimeographed copy of something and nearly threw it away, but when I took a closer look I saw that it was a handwritten poem, signed by Elvin — my dad.
My WantsElvin, age 7
I always want more than I can tell
And other folks just want a smell.
I always want things for my bike
But I don’t always get what I like.
When I ever go into the store
I want those things more and more.
I want something that’ll make a noise
But of course you know I’m like most boys.
I like to make airplanes you know
I rather do that than play in the snow.
But if that would make me real happy
I don’t think I’d have time to help my pappy.
Here is the actual poem with the contrast turned up a bit so some of the writing is legible.