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 the 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.”