July 1st 2018

I want so much to write a poem. I haven’t forever, but I want a creative outlet. It’s summer, I should.  Why does that prospect feel so daunting?

My sister and I take care of my Mother suffering with memory problems, and the best I can do is sit in my chair watching the shadow play, centering, and reminding myself, it is these little things that make life is so beautiful.

Maybe I can attempt a haiku poem. “Ahem ” clears throat. After all, I only need 5/7/5 syllables.

Purple rose shadow 

I sit and stare into you

Tell me your secrets

 

 

 

 

 

 

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