I Couldn'T Help Myself

Believe it or not, I'd just finished baking some cookies and scrubbing the floors, when I was reminded of something I'd promised to do by the end of that day. I'd sworn to my mother I'd write her letter - she didn't believe in computers - and started compiling some possible options for things she'd expect me to say. I dusted the keyboard...lit up the screen...then, all fired up - I began, but after deciding what subjects were best to include in a - son-to-mom letter, As I composed what I meant to be something you'd send to your mom in the mail, little by little the words I was using began to sound better and better! Not very long after starting the piece I could tell by the way it was reading, what I'd intended to be - just a letter - from me to my mom - had instead Slowly abandoned the typical format -- that makes for a genuine “letter” -- and morphed into very much more of a poem - considering the way that it read! Penning my pieces for 58 years...and “a rhymer” through all 58... and knowing that only deserting my tactics would ever allow me to stop, Quite unsurprisingly, when I had finished, a second attempt was required, 'cause what I had actually wound up composing were - couplets... all cream of the crop!