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The Write Time
I got tired of household tasks
And cleaning up the yard.
So I enrolled in CWG
To study arts of Bard.
I learned a lot; they taught me well.
They thought that I was gifted.
When I wrote, I felt fulfilled;
My dour mood was lifted.
I tried my hand at poetry,
A novel, and short story.
I even prayed to Christ the Lord
To whom I gave the glory.
I was writing all the time -
On paper - in my head.
The best time for my writing spree
Was with the kids in bed.
One night it was challenging
To write with them within.
Their interruptions, shouts, and screams
Aroused my toughest skin.
I locked my door to keep them out,
But it didn't stop their fighting.
My mind went blank; my fingers froze,
And I stopped my precious writing.
I decided then and there
To appease my darling kin.
I softened up, put my pen down
And bid them, "Do come in!"
So we sat down and talked about
God's goodness from above,
Who gives us gifts to use on earth
To glorify His love.
I said I needed time to write
My poems and my prose,
And they agreed to go to bed
To take their midnight doze.
I found the greatest challenge
To a poet's beat and rhyme
Is not the actual writing work;
It's finding the right time!
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