I used to write poems a lot. In fact, I just found a stash of poems I wrote while in high school. One in particular I really, really loved and was so relieved to have found it.

Since high school, which has been 30 years, I have written maybe two poems. I was surprised when homeschooling my son, for a very short period of time, we did poetry and he picked up the meaning effortlessly. I felt like I struggled with it, but seemed to like writing it. I like the mystery of using symbols and imagery for hidden meanings and messages. But I can tell you as a reader, I didn't love it. I haven't read poetry in a while, I wonder how I would like it now.

I don't have my other poetry with me right now, but I thought I would share a very short poem I wrote for a family member while they were rehabilitating.

Rise! Mighty Phoenix

Rise mighty phoenix from ashen death,
Rise through refining flame.
Rise! Mighty phoenix, new life awaits
That only you can claim.