WHY DO I WRITE ?
Why do I write?
Is it to unfold, to pass
the day into the stars?
Tonight, a fox, very shy
almost looked me
in the eye. As I sat
on my back door step.
"I am addicted," I told him;
he ran away…
This is urban England
in a heat wave,
mid Summer dream. I love it.
My granddaughter was three
today,
she is a delight.
So why do I write?
To record. To know.
Or, just to hold the nib
between my fingers?
To unfold,
to pass the day into the stars.
Maureen Weldon
Beetiful tatwos
54 minutes ago
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