This
poem is about an encounter my grandmother had with Eleanor Roosevelt.
In college, my grandmother was assigned to interview the First Lady for
the school paper. When she actually got to sit down and talk with her,
Mrs. Roosevelt asked my grandma about herself, what she was studying,
what she was interested in, etc. By the time the interview was over, my
grandmother looked down and realized she had nothing written as a
result of the interview -- she had done all the talking instead of Mrs.
Roosevelt! My grandma carried this memory with her and learned to follow Mrs. Roosevelt's lead and always be more interested in others than herself.
Dorothy
and Eleanor
College
girl. First Lady.
Interviewer.
Interviewee.
Pen
in hand. Smile on face.
An
introduction. A question.
An
answer. Another question.
More
answers. More questions.
Tables
turned unnoticed.
Blank
notebook. Ended interview.
Nothing
to write about. Much learned.
Much
learned. Nothing given away.
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