drafting
26 May 2009
I’m always amazed by how much things can change in writing.
My Celebration Poem
For Mother’s Day, I decided to write a poem for my mom. Getting a jump on things, I started writing the night before. But, I thought about it for longer than that. Anyway, I had this bumpy, lumpy and awkward thing that halfway through, started to resemble what I wanted to say.
After a while, I put it to bed. The project was leading me to that area of my brain I didn’t want to go. The signpost reads:
r u kidding me? you say you write poetry? hahahahaha, tell me a nudda one
