Words for my escape

I would write on anything
That I thought was mine
From napkins, to scrap, to cardboard
Anything that came to mind
Words would flow easily
They weren’t hard to mine
Pen to paper was my escape
Filling journals, notebooks, & pads
As I mapped my mind’s landscape
The freedom found was like no other
And I relish the time of ink stained palms
Only now wanting for the same written calm
—-
I wrote the above poem when Isabella was in 2nd grade and she didn’t believe I liked writing poetry.  This was almost on a challenge from her to me to see if I really could write something off the top of my head.  I remember we had a great conversations about poems and how words can be used in so many different ways.  Poem was originally written on 04-07-2011.  I hope you enjoyed it.

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