Poetry

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I wrote my first poem in fourth grade when Sister Maxine asked the class to write about a favorite place. I had been writing about my Dad since the day he died so it was not difficult for me to fly through mine. The poem was simple and easy, but it impressed Sister and that meant something. She read it to the class, she sent it home to my Mom, and she encouraged me to read my poem at the school talent show.

She lit the fire.

Since then poetry has always been a favorite of mine to write. The challenge of condensing complex thoughts and emotions into short and powerful poems (or even silly/ridiculous ones) that mean something to me, makes me feel accomplished.

My Dad’s Chair

My favorite place to be
Is on my Dad’s chair,
Watching tv.
With my cat on my lap,
And my teddy bear,
What fun we have,
Just sitting there.

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1 Babes about Town 02/28/2010 at 8:07 am: That’s an impressive first poem, rich with imagery and meaning. It’s filled with love and at the same time tinged with loss.

I used to collect my poems as a child until I ‘published’ my first book around age 10. It’s the writing that speaks to my heart and yet I haven’t written a true poem – I mean a keeper – for so long. Probably since my own father died five years ago.

Thanks for the inspiration.

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2 Kelly 03/02/2010 at 5:19 pm: How I love this! (I won’t count the ways…LOL!)

I love poetry – both reading and writing it, as well. Seriously, mama, your blog is such a fun place, and I’m so glad to have found a fellow writer spirit!

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