Who,What, Where and How

I started writing from the pain Of my son’s death in Ninety-Nine. When feelings were too hard to bear, I’d write them all out, line by line. Then I found out I liked to rhyme In manner of poems I’d memorized. I recalled them from my childhood days, Much better than I’d realized. Sometimes a solitary word Will linger in my startled mind Until it sprouts a full-blown poem And satisfaction I can find. Because of the Internet, my words Have spread out for the world to see. Only in these, my later years Was that even a possibility. My poems appear on my own page, In each issue of official magazine Of Washington State Federation of Garden Clubs And have in The Saturday Evening Post been seen. And of course I am often inspired By the contests on these very pages. I hope someday to write a sonnet So good it’s savored throughout the ages. But most of all I write my poems To pass down to my progeny, So some of me is to be found When they search our genealogy.