A Butterscotch Flavored Poem For Constance

there was a little girl who saw me and came up to me and said, 'you are that unseen guy who writes poems' i nodded my head yes with a smile and asked her how she knew she told me that my poems got her through her many times in the hospital i asked her what her name was she said with a surefire tone of confidence 'CONSTANCE' i tell confident constance that it is a pleasure to meet her she answered back 'likewise', making me laugh she told me that she was diagnosed with eye cancer i asked her how she was able to read my poems she told me 'on a good day when my vision is not blurry' she went on to tell me about her bulging eye, the shadows, and the wiggly lines i asked her if she was ever, in some parts, blind she shook her head no with a 'thank God!' look on her face i asked her what was her favorite poem she exclaimed 'ALL OF THEM!' she had a copy of one of my poems in her left hand i noticed this and she laughed as she figured out my look while still laughing, she said 'I DID THAT FOR A REASON!' i took the copy of the poem it was BUTTERSCOTCH IS STILL A FRIEND OF MINE i asked why that one was her favorite she replied by saying 'because i too like butterscotch' i then offered to take her to a place to get a butterscotch dipped cone she shook her head and said 'make it a butterscotch sundae and you got me' i said okay and promised her that i would not forget the cherry on top i signed her copy of my poem, asked her mother for permission, and off we went we all had a good time that day, and i am glad that i blessed constance and her mom with that memory here we are now, exactly a year and a half after that standout memory, kissing constance's little forehead in a butterscotch colored casket her eye cancer returned more aggressive and spread to her brain i put seven butterscotch discs right at her heart to have in heaven