I have written poetry since I was very young. It never rhymed and most was not very good. I quit writing when I was working as a nurse and busy raising young children. Father’s Day 1996, the first year after my father’s death, was very difficult for me. The neighborhood kids decided to get a baseball game going in our backyard and there were kids in and out all day long. While drying my hair, lines started running through my mind. I began jotting them down, and by the end of the day I had a quite lengthy poem–and it rhymed.

This poem was God’s gift to me. Verses to soothe my aching heart and put my memories of my father in perspective.

I don’t write poetry often. Sometimes years pass without writing one single poem. At other times it seems as if they come to me more often, usually in times of emotional distress. They always rhyme now. They usually come out within a few words of the final version, and often they come when I need to be doing something else.

They are God’s gift to me. I want to share them with you. Blessings!