Attending my first ever editing session encouraged me to rewrite last week’s ten-minute writing. Gratitude to the groups membership for the supportive atmosphere felt. It is now 106 of 356 original words,
Here goes: A KNOCKING
There’s a knocking and no one’s home
Not true. I am. Too tired to hear.
Creative me has been put aside
Life’s happenings overdue
I’d sleep but choir’s an hour from now
Project ideas await final touches
Birthday song needs finishing
The ninth scorekeeper eludes
Regrouping required
After four big tennis finals
Now more commitments
Medal play ahead
Church singing a big deal and yet not
Saturday band comforting
Like home made bread and butter
Wonderful connection with my daughter
Till she tells me she and my two-year-old
Granddaughter may be living
Ten hours away come April.
That took the stuffing out of me.
March 6, 2017
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