Nora Watterson

It lies in the love of a girl

The child never expected.

And certainly,

 Not desired. . .

 

What she brings

Is unexplainable

Covering me

With warmth

 

To view from within

To attempt to place

The means of mind

Breeds a sense of self

 

If ever I wished

To convey a train of thought

I would certainly wish this

For each

 And every one

Of my children

 

She

Gives this -

Ten-fold. . .

Three times round and

Back again

Forever . . .

She moves

Back again . . .

 

 

 

I write because I feel, because I think, because I am.. far from perfect, I have often thought to quit…I wrote a poem in eighth grade for an assignment…it was published in the yearbook.   I never finished 9^th grade.  I think of this often… and later. . . the first poem I’d penned in years was for my son approaching his marriage, I couldn’t even format, everything was one big long paragraph, my daughter and her support drove me forward, .for this, I remain  forever grateful, she is the underlying reason for words.. I sincerely love all of my children, most exceedingly so.. but she, she is the drive that creates shift… the reach beyond my means, the love I never knew I had.. . Children, are not, just children, they are pieces, pieces of heart grown wild. . .