sometimesihatemycat

I feel sorry for the little ones,
That evoke not one response,
For I birth and love them just the same,
As those that gather praise at once.

I am always glad I held them,
Especially those that show no skill,
For even they reflect some part of me,
When writing nothing never will.

— April Resnick

Writing Home by Daniel Gerhartz

I decided perhaps to repost some older poems, for people who are newly following my blog.  But I will repost based on current feelings, struggles, events in my life.  Currently I am learning a lot about myself and my writing by writing down every poem that comes to me (published or not) because even the “bad” ones lead me somewhere.

~ by April on August 17, 2013.

Posted in Identity, Motherhood, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Bad poetry, poetry, Writing, Writing Process