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