Dear Charlie Rose,
Do not delete this, please. Before I die, I want to sit across from you.
Now that you have two shows, I feel my chances are better than five years ago when I publically expressed: “My dream is to sit on that oak table across from Charlie Rose someday. Publish another children’s story and another caregiving book.” I did all that with a bonus book called Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii. You’re the only one who can make the remaining dream come true.
Now, why should I deserve a place on your show?
I’m not famous or a household word except in our home. But..but…someday when one of those famous names cancel out on you, I’ll be there to fill in any spot. You can depend on this.
Sometimes, a nobody needs to have dreams fulfilled, and you can do this, Charlie Rose.
I recently published my 10th book called Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii. My family left Hiroshima before the bombing and went to Hawaii, seeking an ordinary life. Soon there was Pearl Harbor and the enemy came wearing my face. We buried all things Japanese and 14 years later, Kilauea Volcano finished the job by destroying my place of birth. Not good enough?
How about my books on caregiving for caregivers and children?
I give lectures and poetry writing workshops to caregivers of Alzherimer’s and other dementia related diseases, children and health personnel, throughout the U.S. Until there is a cure, caregivers need help that can’t be found in medical offices, and poetry writing has found a place in their lives to bring meaning and compassion to caregiving. I have become the conscience of caregivers and the ones being cared for, and a voice for our children. I presently facilitate a third poetry writing support group for caregivers in Sacramento, Ca.I was a caregiver for my mother who had Alzheimer’s and my own poetry writing took me beyond the daily tasks of caregiving to a higher level of what it means to be human.
Still not good enough?
How about being so desperate to fill in an empty slot, you will invite me to your table and I will read poetry to you. I have a few poetry books published.
Miracles do happen, why not today? Forgive my arrogance, Charlie Rose, but I’m a seeker of dreams.
Thank you and readers, if anyone out there knows magic, can you send Charlie Rose to this post?
starlight, starbright
first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might
have my dream come true tonight.
Charlie would assuredly be so beset by your charm that he would quickly book you for another show. You may not have much to do with the day-to-day litany of news events, but you have much to do with the subject of humanity—isn’t that what good viewing should be about?
Mr. Rose, you can’t go wrong investing a few moments with Ms. Kakugawa.