Mr Sendak

A tribute to Maurice Sendak 1928-2012

As I child I whiled away the hours with your wild things. I fancied myself Max. I longed to be sent to my room. To be busy with their attacks.

When days were cold and cloudy, I would take up your books and read. Although I had books aplenty, yours were all I did need.

It's as though each bowl were steeping, when Chicken Soup With Rice I did read. It still is one of my favorite dishes, when I find myself in need.

So Mr. Sendak I thank you. For offering such splendid fare. Who knows if my words would even exist, if your books had never been there.

Thank You!