This poem speaks to my heart. It points out the mistakes made when children become fatherless.
Take up the pages.
They belong to you.
It does not matter what the subject is.
The matter belongs to you, too.
Since the last week in July, my schedule has been abnormal. I chose to take one month off from writing to take time with the boys, John and Charles, and to train for a new job.
So far, so good.
I have written about some of our travels and cooking. While there is one more to come, I thought about what one month off of writing did for me.
It is not something I do often. But, the choice made me think.
What can I write about? I have two novels to edit, but there is so much more to sketch and keep in a folder for future ideas.
Write it honest.
For the first time in one month, I wrote. A poem came out. The piece will be added…
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