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:
Will you?
She said yes!
I do.
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.








Comments: 8
But you are right, it all distills down to love.
As for the skinned knuckles, yep for the house and the yard, but I refrain from comment regards the wife and daughter. Might get into trouble...
Just kidding.
Thanks for taking the SatWE challenge and I'm pleased to feature your work on Gather Writing Essential.