As you may know - in fact, as you may be tired of hearing - my youngest is a writer and poet. She has done a series she calls her Bus Stop Poems, and she did give me permission to post one of them. I enjoy most of her poetry, and this is no exception, although there are a certain few that are dear to my heart from her earlier work. But this is the one she gave me permission for, and it's a sort of rainy day poem, so I will brighten things up a bit with a couple of pictures of the beautiful daffodils I bought at Shop Rite yesterday.
I do like her Bus Stop series. Her poems 'have appeared in "mamazine.com and literarymama.com, among other publications', as cited in the newspaper review of an upcoming poetry reading she will do this week.
I know, I am probably prejudiced in her favor. She tells me, "Oh, you like everything." But I don't seem to be alone in my opinion. Of all her writing, I think that it's her blog that is least consistently good. But that would be natural enough, since our blogs often reflect our mood of the day, and she does indulge in a rant every so often - as most of us do. She's pretty good at rants and mood swings. But, yes, I love her blog too, especially when she writes about her son. 3000 miles is a long distance away for a grandmom, so I eat it up. At the moment he seems to be obsessed with the President. When she was on the phone recently, he demanded to know if she was talking to Mr. Obama. And he asked her if they could put Mr. Obama's photo up on the family picture wall. I can't wait until the end of March, when they will be coming for a visit.
of Monterey Bay Poets," "Porter Gulch Review," "Homestead Review," "MotherVerse,"