Thank you to Rob and Michelle at The Poet’s Billow for the good news. Now I’m on to the next goal!
Mom and Dad preserved these writings
in an envelope, the paper now softened
nearly to cloth over some 40 years: my first poems.
I touched them, admired the early
attention to penmanship, embellished
with childish drawings at the bottom.
I pressed them close
to my face, smelled my home
and that year of being eight and nine.
I resurrected my parents’ pride
and held the paper close
to my face whispering into its
fibers, “I’ve been nominated.”