I want to kick myself each time I start up a blog, do pretty well....then neglect it. Inconsistency. I'm telling you what, when I defeat that one, I will be a world champion for sure! I really struggle with inconsistency.
My parents gave me a box full of old piano books and binders from High School. I was organizing all this stuff and putting it away...and I discovered some treasures. Most of the binders were from my Creative Writing class in High School. Let me tell you...I LOVED to write, and I wasn't half bad. But the content was cracking me up. I had a crush on this guy my junior year and it consumed a lot of my content. Directly and indirectly. I even wrote a short story and gave alias's close to our names. Ha! It's funny to see how, almost 10 years later, I'm in a completely different place in life and I see so much of myself still in those little poems. And a few of them, I'm like....what in the HECK was I thinking?
I came across one little gem, a poem I wrote in honor of my nephew, Cole, who isn't with us anymore. And I feel compelled to share it, so I will.
Anticipation
You were an unexpected gift when you were conceived
At two, how much you'd grown was hard to believe
When you turned three you scraped lots of knees
At four, we didn't know how much joy you would bring
You were five when you started in the first grade
At six your life was beginning to fade
But who would have guessed that when you turned seven
You'd make your way on up to heaven
And though on this earth, we won't see you again
We won't take for granted the time that we spend
We won't ever forget your bright, smiling face
We won't forget your smile as your ran over home base
Your laugh plays constantly in our minds
We desperately miss your heart, so giving and kind
I can't wait to see you again one sweet day
And I'll hug your neck on that glorious day
