I’m sharing a bit of nostalgia here, for a time in the summer of 2007 when I would sit at the Getty museum gardens and write poetry.
This was a time in my life when my children were too young for me to pursue writing longer works. That’s probably why I ended up writing so many – at least 100.
The first time I put pen to paper when I was six years old, I wrote a poem. My first published work was a poem. Lines still come to me now and then. Maybe there are some new ones on the horizon.
A young woman
A child with bouncing curls, a princess crown, and dancing eyes
An elderly woman who can no longer walk and skin so thin you can see through it
All hold beauty, life, nurturing, and mystery
A boy with the eyes of a sage
A laughing toddler
A teen with hormones arage
A man with a bride
A man with a cane
All hold beauty, life, strength
And the mysterious ability to make me smile
Thanks for reading,