I remember the very first poem I wrote. I was riding the bus to school and was probably in the 8th grade. It is a ridiculous poem but because it is my first, it will always be special. Out my window I saw an old lady walking to get her paper. Right then and there the lines started to form in my head.

Wanna see it??

It really is random but….I will show it tomorrow probably. It will give me another day of something to write 😂 Today is day 12 of 30 days of blogging/writing.

I have other poems that I remember every detail of when I wrote it. One was where we were getting our home ready to sell so we could move from Alabama to Tennessee. We had just got done painting and I had paint in my hair. It is also a ridiculous poem but it has become sort of a Verbal picture for that time frame.

Like the poem yesterday that I posted, I have many that I love so much. They tell a story, one that I pray stays here and speaks long after I am gone. Other poems, can go when I go 🥴. They are child like and basic and I cringe when I read them yet I keep them because they too have become a verbal picture for a time in my life.

Head back tomorrow and I will post a few of the poems that I talked about today.