Who,What, Where and How
I started writing from the pain
Of my son’s death in Ninety-Nine.
When feelings were too hard to bear,
I’d write them all out, line by line.
Then I found out I liked to rhyme
In manner of poems I’d memorized.
I recalled them from my childhood days,
Much better than I’d realized.
Sometimes a solitary word
Will linger in my startled mind
Until it sprouts a full-blown poem
And satisfaction I can find.
Because of the Internet, my words
Have spread out for the world to see.
Only in these, my later years
Was that even a possibility.
My poems appear on my own page,
In each issue of official magazine
Of Washington State Federation of Garden Clubs
And have in The Saturday Evening Post been seen.
And of course I am often inspired
By the contests on these very pages.
I hope someday to write a sonnet
So good it’s savored throughout the ages.
But most of all I write my poems
To pass down to my progeny,
So some of me is to be found
When they search our genealogy.
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