He didn't know he was my muse.

Yesterday, as I manned the Salvation Army booth at another volunteer fair, a man from an adjacent booth approached. He said, "I thought I'd bring you a piece of candy from my table to make you smile. You're making me so sad! Why aren't you smiling more?"

I was hungry, for one thing, and I was growing increasingly concerned that it might not have been acceptable for me to leave my booth long enough to wander over to the food court to get something to eat. (I eventually did. Duh.) I had been there for a couple of hours, too, so I was a little bit spaced out.

Regardless of the reason, though, once said man left, I experienced a flood of emotions. It was all I could do not to cry. I don't know why.

Actually, I do. And here's what I wrote there, on the spot:

You make me happy,
you make me sad.
You make me cranky,
you make me mad.
You bring the tears,
no reason why,
and once one tear falls
all day I'll cry.
You make me laugh
and can make me giddy
and sometimes you even
make me feel pretty.
Yes, sometimes you're good
but more often you're bad.
Without your control I
think I'd be glad.
Just calm down, please,
and leave me alone,
and no more I'll claim,
"Sorry.......it's hormones."