I’ve been hanging out at the local coffee shop today, working on my novel. My daughter had a break mid-day and so she met me for lunch and we had a great conversation regarding our writing and our words.
She let me read several poems she’d written on Evernote. I’ve read her blogs and some of her stories, but I’d not read her poetry before.
She prefers free verse and I chuckled, because in my poetry writing days, I preferred free verse, too. We agreed that sonnets and the like are too confining, too restrictive. But as I read several of her poems I stopped chuckling.
Because she writes better poetry than I ever thought about writing. And I won an award or two for mine, so it’s not too shabby.
I love my daughter’s words — her words like little mirrors reflecting the sparkling depths of her heart and soul.
Keep writing those beautiful words, baby girl… as if you could stop. You’d sooner give up oxygen than give up your words.