I love poetry. There is something about poetry that makes me feel free. I write when I am happy, sad, excited, confused—virtually anytime. I don’t have to have a rhyme or reason (pun intended!) to write. I thought to share this love with Eliza as a way to channel her stress. During our last visit she confided in me that she had been up all night crying. I really didn’t know what to say, but I did empathize with her. As a mother I know it has to be agonizing for her to be separated from her children.
On the drive home I brainstormed ways that I could help alleviate her stress. Poetry seemed like a good answer. On occasion I have sent her poems for encouragement and she seemed to enjoy those. During Christmas I even wrote one for her on behalf of the children. I figured that writing poetry was a healthy, tranquil method of reducing stress. And it is something that does not require much investment to begin. Also, Eliza had recently shared with me that English was her favorite subject. So I wrote Eliza a letter to pitch the idea and she loved it.
Yesterday I mailed her a “poetry starter kit.” She had expressed an interest in reading some of my work, so I obliged and sent her 11 poems that I had written. I also sent a list of 10 different poetry genres along with instructions for each.
As I mentioned in my last post Opening Up, Where I Come From, was the most personal poem I sent. This poem gives a lot of insight about how and why I am who I am. It highlights the events and experiences that have shaped me. Of course I debated whether to send it along with the rest. But Rhonda convinced me that I should. I realized that I have to let my inhibitions go for the sake of balance. After all, it does take two to have a relationship of any kind—good or bad.
I invite you readers to try your hand at writing your own version of Where I Come From. I would love to see them appearing on your blogs! If you share yours, I’ll share mine! For more information, go to: