June 6th

I read poetry at a spring craft show Saturday. There was a breeze that kept tousseling my hair.

I READ POETRY

I read poetry

in the wind

and my hair went wild

I have experienced

66 summers

Not all good

Thankfully

Not all bad

This season

might be my best

I understand

thankfulness

Summers

when my boys

were young

should have been

filled

with more fun

Their father

not so much

However;

here I am today

Loved

Understood

Validated

Let’s read

more poetry in the wind

and become undone