I started writing poetry in the 1970s during a challenging time. After a five year marriage and a horrible divorce, I was raising my two little girls alone. I was young and still growing up. I felt like a lamb thrown to the wolves, and much of my poetry was driven by heartache.
Time moved on and so did my writing. Seems I was always writing something, at sometime down the path. I gathered all the bits and pieces of my poems and created friendship gifts by hand inscribing my favorite ones on parchment paper, then binding the pages with stitched jute. I never did bind one for myself, but I have them all in a special box, old and frail.
I have wanted to display them online for decades, but to be honest, I have feared that others might use them. I have attempted to post them online before with caution, but at this point in my life I must take the deep breath and trust people will respect my life's creations.
When I first began to write poems I thought of them as song lyrics. I owned a guitar at the time and I used to make up tunes and sing them - in my cozy California townhouse. I remember the joy it gave me, and my little girls would sing along. Then the 80s came and life went on like a whirlwind roller coaster. My oldest daughter loved that guitar and one day I gifted it to her. She still treasures it after 50+ years.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and feel and envision and appreciate with courtesy the sharing of my heart and soul.
Copyright 2022 © by Judith Ingram
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