Thirty-eight years ago, a rhyme popped into my head. I picked up a pen and wrote it down. I was twelve years old and in the seventh grade. I was an average middle schooler, who had problems. As I look back on the poems I wrote back then, I start to laugh. I wrote about love and heartache, but couldn't possibly have known what it was.

The poems seem silly now, but (still) they are special. Each poem - silly or not - brings back a memory. How many people have so much of their childhood right in front of them - to look back on and make them smile? It surprises me that I have saved them all these years. What surprises me even more is the fact that I still write them.

I will continue to write them, so thirty-eight years from now, I can look back again - and smile.

I have not shared these poems with many people. Only a select few have ever seen ALL of them. I once had high hopes that someday they would be published - I had always wanted to be an author. Our time here is short and I have decided to share my work with the world and I have decided to do it here on my blog.

In the upcoming months, I will also begin posting segments from a short story I wrote about a tragic time in my life. This too, I have kept bottled up and NEVER shared. The experience I went through should be shared. It is my hope to shed some light on other young women who may encounter what I did. If I can help one soul - I will have achieved greatness.

I hope you enjoy what I bring you. Today, tomorrow and always!