Since we are thinking of Poetry for next month I decided that I should begin my thoughts about it and I have already started a poem.
Hard to read
Nothing to me
Yes, she explained to me that it didn’t’ have to be a certain way!
I could read it
There’s so much more to it than I ever imaged!
It’s woven in the tapestry of my life.
The very threads of my life are part of my poetry.
The things that make me who I am are poetic!
I’m writing about how I grew up, my parents, my husband, my children,
my daughter and son-in-law and especially my grandchildren.
We are all woven together by life.
The deepest meaning of life.
Why are we here? Who created us? Why? For what purpose?
What is love? How can we share it with others?
There is so much to do and so little time,
God will see us through!
Dedicated in honor of my dad- he is 88 years old today! Happy Slicing! J