I LOVE–AND WRITE—POETRY AS WELL! GOOD STUFF HERE!
Poems have been a part of my life ever since I can remember. Growing up, my father wrote poems for my mother on special occasions that usually involved poetic clues to what or where her present was. My oldest sister, six years my senior, used to read poetry to me. So much so that when I saw her coming toward me with a certain book in hand; knowing she was going to read The Raven to me for the thousandth time…I ran!
I’ve always loved playing with words, though. My father taught us that words were precise beings. But we learned early on that words needed to be followed by like actions if they were to mean anything at all.
I guess you could say this poem has been a long time friend. One who pushed me to know myself. It came to me fast, like it had been frantically…
View original post 844 more words