Two Poems Are Mine

February 10, 2010

A poet once I thought I’d be,
Or travel ’round the world to see!
Physician wielding surgeon’s knife,
Or teacher be with a classroom rife.

Instead my teachers, one and two.
A kiss for owies has to do.
A stroller now our traveling mode,
Two poems are mine, by God bestowed.

The above poem I wrote was inspired by the following quote. I know very little of Olga Master’s further writings, but I love what she said here:

Many people have said to me “What a pity you had such a big family to raise. Think of the novels and the short stories and the poems you never had time to write because of that.” And I looked at my children and I said, “These are my poems. These are my short stories.” –Olga Masters


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  • Kristen February 11, 2010 at 10:05 am

    Precious, Keren. Your girls will value this poem (and their mother’s heart and biblical perspective from which it flowed) in years to come. And can I just say, the chiastic form is masterful! I think you’re a poet in more than one sense. 😉