My First Poem In 30 Years.

Quiet, in the still of night
Or dark of early morning
Contented notes of tender joy
Infuse a new day dawning.

Grandma’s words come back to me
Patient, kind and wise.
She taught me how to look at life
With clear and joyful eyes.


I used to really enjoy writing poetry in school. I even made a few side dollars by writing poems for other kids to turn in. Yeah, I know. I was bad.

What happened to that creative, open girl who felt so inspired?