For Charles, a 40th anniversary tribute

Time does not erase fondness, 

though the edges of memory grow crooked, 

cracked and faded like old stories, like  

punch lines of bad jokes.

But we share a love of writing, of listening,

we drag beauty out of darkness,

and even though we have both lived

long enough to invite wounds into our lives,  

we do not let them define us.

Rather we let them sharpen how we

view the world, how we brush against the rough edges,

and move on to send our stories into the nerve endings

of the world.

© Jane Yolen