of The Sandlot’s “Squints”, where’s my/
Wendy Peffercorn?

I worried about/
who I should go out with, then/
watched a flick with Mom.
I always wondered/
how it felt to be a Muse./
Now I know. Awesome!
Does she recall, at/
all, laying in bed, folded,/
hearing the rain fall?
Our creative gifts/
may lift others to share theirs:/
That’s the greatest gift.
The chance to help feel/
the Christmas spirit was stalled,/
but I passed on by.