Mom told me my first word was Dad
Then new ones, learned every week
Soon to be heard by everyone
Only nouns and verbs could I speak.
In school, I was quite the speller
Loved syllables, words in their parts
Bound by prefixes, suffixes
With roots, Greek and Latin, their hearts
Ahh...essays and creative writing!
English comp was never a chore
I came upon a new forum
Public speaking, with words galore
At work, I used presentations
To submit the message du jour
So proud that my words could convey
As a sale was all but for sure
My children were never at loss
To lessons I yearned to impart
With the command of my language
Being verbal, I felt I was smart...
But something deeper was harking
Such feelings welled up within me
This heart and soul also had words?
I wondered what all that could be
Delving to locate the meaning
Of emotions wanting a choice
I listened to all of their urgings
As poetry was their true voice!
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Author Notes
I've only just begun to write poetry. And I am still a bit puzzled as to why I only recently found it. My theory is that since I was always SO busy in business and being a wife and Mom, I always felt confident with saying what was on my mind. Then, a more quiet life....time for reflection (at last!) - Out of nowhere came this inner need to articulate in another way. Poetry is now another way for me to speak. And, I'm LOVING it! Ha!!
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