Poetry: My Son

I originally posted this piece about a year ago, but I was inspired to repost it thanks to Chelsea Owens' excellent post about writing good poetry. If you have poetry in your blood, I encourage you to take a look at her post, and be inspired to create (or re-create) your own piece. Bring on…

Words to Live By, By My Kids

Every week, I assign my two high school juniors an essay or creative writing piece as one of their homeschool assignments. Last week, I asked Aidan and Shae to write their own "words to live by" in free verse form. They were to base their credos on the following words by Abraham Lincoln. I Am…

My Son

As always, I appreciate your comments and critiques. Thank you for taking time to read today's piece. He walks away from me. I see my father in his height and stride, Limbs all long and lean, Bones growing exponentially daily, The rest of him struggling mightily To match in depth His sudden length.   He…