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