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A Poem: I Have Time

Posted by lenleatherwood on

I have time to grow,
to push past my fear
like a green stalk,
slender and fresh,
rising up and out
of the soil,
reaching straight toward
the Sun.

And I have time to smile,
and touch my hair,
and dance down the stairs
like a gypsy,
wearing earrings and
a red skirt.

Down I go
to find
the others waiting,
with feet poised
for joy.

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Published by lenleatherwood

I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.

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