This is a poem from a poetry workshop that I've revised. My inspiration is this swing in the picture. I spend a lot of time here when we visit the lake.
I wrote this poem after my friend told me about her grandmother scaring her in a hallway. She said "She walks like death!" and I thought the contrast between a sweet, innocent grandmother and something as scary as death was too good to pass up!
This was another piece I wrote from the hospital after getting a nurse to explain to us what all the numbers and colors meant on the monitor.
This poem is about some of the anxiety of being in the hospital with a loved one. While it was probably one of my better poems from the creative writing class I was in, I am really thankful that this ordeal is behind me.
This is a blank verse poem dedicated to my Dad and Grandfather about my Grandfather's shop near our first home.