It felt as if I’d jammed my finger into an electric socket. My brain was electric. I couldn’t stop writing. I scribbled on napkins and tissue when I ran out of paper. I locked myself in the bathroom and wept, hiding from my worried husband. My unexpected poetry was about my Mother, who died four years ago on Thanksgiving Day. I’ve published the verse as a tribute to her and what I learned from a lifetime of mom/daughter discomfort. If you have similar issues, I hope you’ll read Forgiving Mom; For Mothers and Daughters in Conflict.
I want to use this blog to encourage you to share your stories, your verses about forgiveness. Why do we spend so much time holding back? Once we allow it, life takes on a fresh and unexpected joy. Obstacles simply fall away.
The choice is ours: Anger & frustration, or joy. The decision appears so simple. The getting there is the true mystery.
Please use the comment box below to share your thoughts. All comments will be reviewed before posting. I openly trust you to use your original thoughts and poetry for this page, and give credit if you use another’s words.