Whew! I seem to enjoy cutting the daily deadline a little close.
My original idea was to have Friday be a flashback day and share an old photo with you, along with the story behind it. However, our scanner isn't cooperating right now so the furthest back I could take you would be the month before Harper was born - not exactly the type of flashback I was imagining...
Instead I thought I'd offer you a real treat and share the poem of mine that was published in Teen Magazine in 1992. I would like to remind you that
a) I had been trying to write a poem that I thought they would publish, hence the cheese
b) I understand that this isn't what one would call a good poem
c) In 1992 we thought bathing suits should have leg openings cut approximately as high as one's armpits.
And now, my poem:
We sit on the beach so close in the sand,
we're watching the waves
and you reach for my hand.
You turn to me and look in my eyes,
the kiss you give is no surprise.
As we sit watching the setting sun,
I'm wondering if you are the one.
The waves lick the shore
brought on by the tide,
we laugh and joke as they chase us inside.
We enjoy the warmth of a newly built fire,
we sit in the glow as the tide becomes higher.
We remember our day, recall the fun,
and the whole time I'm wondering
if you are the one.
Wow, was I good or what? (I laughed so hard as I typed that I'm practically crying.)