I began writing poems when I was 14.  I was going through some hard times emotionally as many teens do, so I admit most of my poems were depressing.  But some of them were filled with hopes I had for the future.  I know poetry doesn’t have to necessarily rhyme, but I liked rhyming, so I worked hard at making everything rhyme.  Pretty soon that ability became second-nature.  My mom was cheering for me on the sidelines.  She loved reading my poetry.  She was the one who encouraged me to keep writing, try to get better at it and maybe get published someday.

I still have those poems and many other notebooks full of poetry that I’ve jotted down throughout my life.  I tried my hand at writing stories, too, but for some reason I could never finish one that I liked at the end.  However, I did write a novella before my oldest child was born.  I’ve never thought it was good enough to share with anyone, though.  Again, my mom being my greatest fan loved it.  I showed it to a few others, my husband and a couple of friends.  They liked it, too, but I was spent after finishing it, so it has been in a file ever since.

Until tomorrow…