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POETRY FRIDAY



BECOMING A WRITER   

Walking into a familiar place
A smile comes across my face

Walking slowly, coffee in hand
Looking around, to find a place to land

Settling in, setting my sights
To focus on reading, at a table of light

So many others with piles of books
Attention taken from me, and no more looks

So many authors, no little time
Long aisles in front of me, time is on my dime

Research and write so many notes
I need to put in the time and sow my oats

One day soon I hope to be known,
Signing books as an author, all on my own

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  1. Wonderful poem Kristine, all of your poems are so warm and personal. I really love them. I am sure you will be signing books very soon! I will be waiting for my signed copy! :)

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  2. Thank you so much, Sonja - I am glad that they come across this way - Thank you for always cheering me on ... Someday, Sonja ... Someday!

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