In honor of National Poetry Month, here is a picture of one of the first poems I ever gave someone . It is also the earliest poem written by me in existence. Sharped-eyed readers will notice a date in the upper right hand corner. That date is 1998. I wrote this for Mother’s Day when I would have been only nine years old, turning ten that August. I was known for a few years before then as a writer.
Goes to show that some things really do just stick.