Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Nothing Much

I teach
myself poetry
copying poems
counting syllables

The road is long like
a ribbon cast on the sand,
my small steps are slow.

“That’s really good Mum,”
daughter encourages.

Son says,
“Mum’s nothing much
Dad’s an engineer.”
as I weld words
fit a blue print.

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