Saturday is the last day of my challenge to write a poem a day during the month of July. It's been a learning experience, both difficult and fun. My goal was to have at least thirty poems I could continue to revise and polish during the school year. I ended up with about twenty. Some days I went back to revise the poem from the previous day and never got around to writing a new one. Even though I didn't meet my goal, I feel good about the experience, and I'm glad stuck with it.
This week I worked on writing poems that tell a story.
The summer our parents got divorced, my
brother and I were sent to the country
to stay with Grandma. I was eight, Jim was
ten— not knowing then how our lives would change—
we were wishing for something permanent.
what we needed.
Every evening after supper
she led us to the backyard to watch
stars snuggle into the folds of night.
They change with the seasons,
but some things stay—
She taught us how to follow the Big
Dipper to the North Star— with a promise
it would be there when we need
to find our way home.
While Mom and Dad were splitting
a house of furniture and dishes—
Grandma kept Jim and me nestled
in the constant compass
of her love —