“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.”


“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.” This statement prefaced a poem written by my daughter in an email she sent the other day. She has been writing poems since she was quite young.  I want to share it with you.




Words with others like it

to clear the mind and feed the rest.

Words hidden under a cloak of deception

yearning to be misread.

Words as simple as a flower’s petals

which bend over the anxiety of being so beautiful.

Words which help find meaning in the wells of uncertainty

as profound as an older man

delicately unfolding his morning paper.


A smile without the effort that stains it.

A poem like so many before it.