Poem

Little clown of misery

You make the people laugh

You make the children smile 

A gifted god

That Wacom drawing pen of yours

And then

Those electro-static

Heavenly sparks that appear

Daily

On your 22 inch Lacie monitor

It’s not something to be laughed at

Its beauty brings you to tears

 At the same time

how heartbreaking it is

To see how simple it seems

 And then

The miracle appears

Printed on paper

In little books

 And yes

Little clown of misery

 The people will laugh

The children will smile

Myriam G.S. Mestiaen

Novembre 24^th 2002