Do You Remember? Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Do you remember?

I am the gentle wind in December,
the fresh air above hot Bel-Air

the redemptive moments on death row
the words of encouragement in the drowning snow,

the beautiful fresh voice of the nightingale,
I'm not tedious terrible,
but continuously constantly amiable,

of course, I must admit,
perhaps this is for you like a new tophit
sure, after having read this
you stay powerful healthy and truly fit!