I, NOT LIVING IN PARADISE,
STILL SEEK THE WAY
IN WHICH I CAN PLAY
THE FOOL & NOT BE WISE.
TIS FOOLISH OF ME TO
BE SO
FOR I AM LOCKED IN
FEELING FILLED WITH SIN
WONDERING WHICH  HIGH
WAY TO GO.

SOUTH TO THE SOUTHERN
SEAS
MY SOUL IS WISHING
WHERE LOVE IS WAIT'G
AND MY SON IS FISHING.

This poem found written by Dr Dris living in New England at the time.  She was planning her move to Hawaii to stay with her youngest son, Robin, the fisherman.