A Poetic Destination

A POETIC DESTINATION I began writing poetry at fourteen years Of age, An inherited gift from my grand-father Whose sage, Advice I always heeded, Always strong with poetic guidance, When needed. My darling parents were not Poetically inclined, Loved them a lot, but poetry Suggestions from them declined, Poetry in our family had skipped, A generation, The poetic train of life had missed A station! On I went for decades writing My poems, Sometimes felt they were not good enough Kept saying, Jenny get out of the doldrums! Wanted to read other poetry, and Share mine, Then, two years ago, my friend read My poems and said, what fine, Work this is, Go onto a poetry site, or else I’ll Do it for you, I took notice and immediately took Her up on her cue. Looked on the internet and found Poetry Soup, How did I ever survive without our Wonderful group, A friendly supporting, loving united Troup. What an amazing move 2 years ago I made, I will remain here for as long As God grants me, as never before Have I had poetic ideas cascade, And thanks to my muse who collects, Them and mentally files them, I’ll never run out of themes For as always, my muse stays ahead and projects!