“Today’s word is trust write a poem in which you address, reflect on, or tell a story about the feeling of trusting or being trusted by another (person, animal, object, potted plant…). Or about distrusting them (or not being trusted yourself).”
Bright sunny morning, yesterday.
Rested great the evening before.
Even positive of outcome today.
After five years, no recurrence.
Satisfied mammogram clear and okay.
Trust broken image not clear today.
Sadly, breasts may not be okay!
Prompted by a suggestion from fellow blogger, Karuna, to participate in Writing 201-Poetry, I printed down Day 3’s Assignment this morning.
First, “what the heck is meant by acrostic“? Googled and found the answer and said to Hubby, “Oh I did something like that, and didn’t even know it, shortly after Chelsea was born.”
Chelsea Yvonne is our 23-year-old granddaughter.
I was so overjoyed with the birth of this beautiful new baby, with my name and birthday, that I created what I thought, at the time, was a poetic Welcome New Baby Card:
This stab at poetry twenty-three years ago as well as this assignment today are my poetic words written from the heart.