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

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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.