I wrote this poem way back in May of 1991 after reading that Dr. Seuss, a favorite author since childhood, had fallen ill.

There once was a poet
Who wrote some prose
It rhymed quite a bit
And tickled my toes

There once was a poet
I’ve heard he’s quite ill
Though he has a talent
That no mere illness can kill

There once was a poet
Who brought me much joy
By continually teaching me
What it’s like to be a little boy.

13 May 1991

On a whim I sent a copy of the poem to Dr. Seuss and shortly therafter recieved this card in the mail:

Sadly, he passed away a few months later in September of 1991.