Monday, October 22, 2007
During our days in Raleigh and then in Washington, Bob was well known for throwing himself into design projects and literally working around the clock to finish them. Only then would he allow himself to rest, a rare reparture from his complete, almost child-like ability to lose himself in his work. It was after one such project that Holly wrote this poem about Bob while he slept. It was published in Windhover, N.C. State's annual literary magazine, in 1981.