I was an eight year old latch key kid.
Writing was my friend when I was home alone after school.
Homework, write,,and make dinner five days a week
No questions asked or the belt came out
Another time and place
No after school programs
No friends permitted over
Loners don't have friends anyway
My confidant listened and never judged me
Helped me standup and never let me fall
No matter the bully or challenge
By writing, I talked
It's not just the words and they matter
It's the magic that happens when it flows like wine
Sparkles like Champagne
An Ice Cream soda with
Whipped cream,multi-colored sprinkles and a thick straw
Writing poetry