Recently I found some old pages I had written 40 years ago. In truth none of it is very good. It reminded me why I kept at it and who to thank. To be any good as a writer of words, thoughts, and feelings you have to dig deep and write from your heart. You want others to read and feel the happiness and or pain of what you are trying to convey in a few black and white symbols. Trust me it is not for the faint-hearted. You put everything you are or ever will be out there for the world to read—and judge. Some have the words, but never write for the judgment can be fierce. In my case my mom help me overcome that with her constant encouragement to explore and discover the universe of the written word. Her best piece of advice was to write for me only and not for anyone else—even if no one else would ever read a word I penned I would be a better person for it. She was right. Thank you Mom…
The years have passed, time has marched on, been 40 years,
I found the old written pages from before, so now the flow of tears.
My thoughts on paper I had written so many years ago.
You kept them for all those years, I just didn’t know.
Not a clue you had saved my pages – they were like an old hello.
In that old cardboard box that was hidden down below,
It was like a gift from above finding them; I miss my Mom,
My thoughts penned so long ago during many a winter’s calm.
Now, to find these old dusty pages – I guess something meant it to be,
Mom, we loved the written word – on this we always would agree.
Your encouragement and these pages was part of our journey, part of our tale,
Of a mother’s inspiration and son creative endeavors down life’s trail.
You told me to write adventures, poetry, anything I wanted to explore,
So began a writer’s journey on these old dusty pages from forty years from before.
Kurt James © 2019
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