***Dedication

I dedicate my poetry and art to Karen Grassel, of Little House on the Prarie,of whom is an inspira-tion to me.
I had seen her in one of the series, and was taken by her, her voice and beauty. Being in Texas, 2,000 miles then, I soon traveled to LosAngeles never to imagine 5 years later I would meet her. I had became a contractor of ceramic tile, and known to be an artist of. She had called me to inquire about working at her home as she was having tile done to the interior. Not realising it was her , until arriving to give her an estimate. I fell in Love, and almost speechless. I continued in a proffessional manner. She introduced me to her interior decarator, Frabicio, whom was to cor-ordinate the work as there were other trades also. She had accepted my proposal for the job when I gave her the bid. I was to expect frabicio to call when to get underway. Two months had passed and thought she changed her mind, then suddenly I recieved her call again, but to ask why I did not want to work for her, and explained frabicio never notified me, and would be pleased to be the one to do the work. We met that evening, and it was arranged to begin. I was esstatic with whom I would be working for, and would do my best for her- so she would see.
She gave me a key to the house so I could come in and work without her having to let me in, and lock up when I left as she was'nt always there.
One afternoon she came home and admiring the work and progress saw how hard I was working told me " Roy your working so hard, take a break and go into the refrigerator and make you some lunch", I explained that I would'nt go into the icebox and would go out for a sandwich. Then she told me to get myself a beer and take a break, and even go jump into the pool and make myself at home. I explained it would be unproffessional and couldn't. I know I dissapointed her, but even though I had reached an exclusiveness in my work, finding myself with all clientel,as such, she was the most important to me, I was In Love and fallen into Love. I could not bring myself to tell her so, but through my work. I do wish she knew, perhaps she did. I really felt she did, but we both of differnt worlds- I had my chance.
It has been as long, and once again I am 2,000 miles from her. I hope she see's my dedication to her and the poem "Special" is of Yellow roses. This particular poem is in the National Library of Congress, and can be seen at www.poetry.com under artist Roy Cruz. Having met, Love is never lost, but grows--- I Miss You and Love you, Karen..., Roy G.Cruz
P.s will wait to hear your voice, acknowledgement.

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