My 16-year-old daughter, Miranda, recently wrote this poem for a poetry reading at her school, just before school let out for the summer. I was out of town, unable to attend the reading. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing....It touched me so...I can't imagine how I would have been able to hold back my tears in public. And now, I can't help myself but to share it with all of you.
A Place to Create
An abundance of pieces Parts of lives once lived Inspirations of hope and love Memories and reminders of times to come Years of collection have led to this To give new life to old
Shiny, soft, scratchy, smooth These remnants of the past They whisper amongst the creaks and hums One day, they say, we will live and love again