A collection of my autobiographical poems |
A friendly face makes all the difference, And I remember the first one I saw. Maryann gave me a Groups merit badge Not long after I walked in the door. I took the plunge and joined a Power raid Though my reviewing skills were new. Mona put me on the lightning list And I felt empowered to review. Once the ball is rolling, It gathers speed so fast Itās hard to know the order That the members joined the cast. Gaby reminds me of a wee blue dragon with her treasures and her gruff huff and puff. Sheās challenging, but sheās the kind of friend Whoāll stand with you when the going gets rough. She wonāt hold your hand nor watch you cry, Sheās not sweetness and light, this friend, But sheāll fight your battles for you, with you, And sheāll stay by your side ātill the end. Aundria gave me a purpose, a real one, A way my passions could interweave. Family history and WDC, Perhaps a legacy I could leave. Even when Iām not writing myself, I delight in seeing the stories shared here, Recording those who have lived and left us And the tales of yesteryear. Sometimes it all gets a bit too much And I get lost in this site But my friends will always nag and cheer, And do what it takes to set me right. My captains give me time to think, To focus on other things for a while. Marci is my personal cheerleader, And she can always make me smile. Fran gave me permission to indulge In books and even encourages me to. She says reading makes us better writers, If I needed an excuse. Do you? Rhonda keeps me sane and on track, The hardest job of all, I think! But sheās far more than my personal trainer, My slave driver or my shrink. She checks up on me and my family, She asks after my mum, ācause she cares. She listens and remembers, And in turn, she also shares. She is perhaps the only person Who truly knows the Elle inside, Because she asks the hardest questions And doesnāt let me hide. So many people make a difference though, A community is not half a dozen friends. I canāt name everyone that matters, Or this would be the poem that never ends. But Rod reminds me to think big And look at the bigger issues in the world outside. Iāve got a bit of a case of hero worship For Paul that I try to hide. There are the bloggers who encourage me Not to leave pages blank. Em, Joel, Cindy and Smittyā¦ Too many people to thank. Darleen encourages me not to hide, Says itās okay to share the bad with the good. Nixie supports everything I do, And never suggests I do more than I should. I know I havenāt mentioned the staff yet, But thatās really already been said. Without themā¦. Without themā¦ Well, letās just take that as read. Iām not exaggerating to call this a family, At my home away from home here. Itās not just the site, itās all of you, Itās the people that I hold dear. Iāll always be grateful that I was adopted Into this family of misfits and geeks, Because the diversity (even the odd normal soul) Provides us with what each of us seeks. The learning is wonderful, Iāve learned so much; Each lesson another string to my bow. But for all the pieces Iāve written, the truth is, the family and friendships are why I wonāt go. Free verse with ABCB rhyme scheme. Written 17 April 2014. Mentioned: Maryann , eyestar~* , Gaby , Angels in my Ear , Marci Missing Everyone , Fran šš§āāļø , Rhonda , Sparky , ~ Santa Sisco ~ , Emily , Brother Nature , Wordsmitty āļø , š Darleen - QoD and Nixiešš |