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Why I Write

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Today I was asked to pen my response to a statement. A request that in all my years of writing I have never been asked to talk about or write about. The request, respond to the statement: Why I write. “Why I write. I write because I can. I write because I can not. I write because of what I see and feel around me. I write because of the people I meet, the stories I hear. I write to understand. I write to relive. I write because there are stories that need to be told. Stories that matter. Stories getting lost in the rapid pace of our everyday. Lost … Keep Reading…

The one who gave me meaning …

You know when I was little, When I was very small, Parents who gave me meaning, And wanted me to soar. It was sometimes a struggle, To understand their intent, Sisters who gave me meaning, To know what they really meant. So I’d try and please them always, At school, sports and in life, Friends who gave me meaning, Even when we were in strife. Then as I grew and wandered, Across a world so vast, Loves who gave me meaning, Then quickly turned to past. But as I lie here wondering, What does this life past show, For one rarely gives one meaning, This I now do know. For … Keep Reading…