Len’s challenge this week: write a poem that reveals bits and pieces of yourself. Much like an autobiography.
I don’t do poetry. However this week’s challenge is specific, and poetry, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, so you may consider this as free verse, or doggerel, or maybe a haiku gone horribly wrong. I don’t care. So long as I don’t have to make the little bugger metre or rhyme.
All of this:
She said yes!
Rest in peace dad. I’ll miss you.
It’s a fixer-upper, but we can make it work.
Mum, you’re a grandma. It’s a girl.
Reya. Reya? Reya!
I love you.