A Thank You Gift to my Readers

Let me write you a poem. Let me try at least.

Let me do this because a year ago, when my publisher suggested I start blogging, I cringed. What would I write about and, more importantly, who would read it? It felt like an English 401 assignment from my first year in college: 5 pages typed, double-spaced, topic of your choice, every week.

But it hasn’t been like school at all. it’s been FUN. That’s right, I used the F word: Fun. F-U-N. I’ve loved trying to think of people I’ve met and times I’ve spent with people on this journey so far. And I’ve really loved, really appreciated, really been humbled by, you checking in.

So, again, let me do this: let me do my best to write you a poem.

This is how it works (perhaps you read my blog about the Poetry Stand — Free Poetry, Really): you tell me what you’d like your poem to be about and I’ll try writing it. In the past, I’ve made this offer to friends and have written poems about swingsets, the fall from innocence, sheep, Plum Island, what it feels like to be stuck in a life, what would happen if we could make movies of our dreams, etc.

Think about it: what do you want your very own poem to be about?

And then, reader, let me know, and I’ll do my best to deliver you your one-of-a-kind creation.

With my thanks and with hopes that you keep reading.

Carla

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7 thoughts on “A Thank You Gift to my Readers

    • Take your time, Annee. There’s no expiration date on the offer (though I will warn you, I write more poetry in the summer than at any other time of year so you might have to wait longer for a finished product).

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  1. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how fast time goes by. One day you have little kids running around and then before you know it- boom!- you are a grandmother to a teenager. My Dad is 24 years older than me and he is “elderly”. I’m thinking how fast the last 24 years went by: I better get going on the things I’d like to still accomplish.

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    • Isn’t it funny that, when your kids are little, people always say: Oh, they grow up so fast; and meanwhile, you’re rolling your eyes and trying to get through grocery shopping before naptime, etc. But it’s so true. I’m really struggling with them being in high school and with Beatrice starting the college search.

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