Writing a Poem

Visual # 3 So much to learn, so much I don’t know Thoughts tumble about in my head Not having much luck putting them down Perhaps I’ll try to write a poem instead.. I love the ones my mother reads to me Although many I don’t quite understand I want to write one like The Jabberwocky Silly and wonderful and yet oh so grand So here I sit in the window, looking out And dream until the right words come to light Perhaps one day someone will remember A small boy and the poem I shall write Barbara Gorelick 11/9/15