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The Ladder of Love
updated: Mar 05, 2011, 8:00 AM
By Tracy Wren
The jazz musician sat in the diner with his son
and the boy whose father lived far away.
It was dinnertime, but the boy ordered pancakes
with maple syrup and lots of butter and a large milk.
The jazz musician watched the boy gulp it back,
while his own son played with his french-fries,
drawing pictures in ketchup.
The jazz musician did not know how to help
The boy, except to be there, so he passed the time
By scribbling words on a napkin:
At the bottom rung of the ladder - jazz
One rung below poetry -
At the top - love.
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