I remember a night when I was about 10 years old I woke up at midnight and foraged for a pen, I was desperate to put on paper the thoughts that dived and splashed in my mind. ..that was my first poem, it was called "Walking with Grandpa". Today I am a mother of two with all kinds of poetry and songs speckled across my day. I do wish to find my sweetest song one day and share it with the world .
I sail towards the melting horizon. The boat hugs a rock, yet only cracks. I don’t drown, but there is a frozen mass, Stone heavy, pulling me down; my heart. Worried, I dive and swim to the edge. I see