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I've always written poetry
since a tender age
in fits and starts and goes and stops
I've written love and rage

each night my Daddy taught me words
instead of bedtime stories
I learned to read and learned to spell
with meanings we would quarry

three years ago, my dear first husband
died before his time
leaving me sad and lonely
I filled my emptiness with words of rhyme

and tragically, the very next year
my older son suddenly died
his life swept away so fast
there was no time for goodbye

I hadn't written poetry
in so very many years
but now it was my therapy
an outlet for my tears

I wrote and wrote and wrote some more
words filled the empty spaces
of those whom I had loved and lost
my quill wrote in those places

I'd carry pen and paper
everywhere I'd go
it bulged from all of my pockets
but set my eyes aglow

something new to live for
oh how I love to write
reminders of my childhood
when my Dad taught me words each night

I discovered computer poetry
while websurfing, one day
and ended up at a friendly place
they called Moontown Cafe

and there, I posted my poems
for the better part of a year
until they changed the website
and made it all unclear

replying became difficult
and the smileys went away
I now knew that I must move on
and leave Moontown Cafe

I'd made so many friends there
we're still friendly to this day
but it was no longer any fun
and so I couldn't stay

I tried some other websites
but none of them brought cheer
until two of my dear friends from Moontown
said "come to Piptalk, you'll love it here"

So I must thank Marsha and Kethry
for bringing me to this house of blue
a wonderful poetic home
of warmth and love so true

you truly are my family
how dearly I love you all
I can sit at my computer for hours
and read your writings on these blue walls