Must have been
about third grade
when I first believed
I could massage Genie
make her breathe.
I imagined, often dreamed
she could fulfill
secrets and wishes
hidden in a Maxwell House can
still.
Must have been
about sixth grade or so
I started singing like Elvis
playing my Gene Autry guitar
not truly understanding
“Don’t Be Cruel”
but the girls loved it
thought I was so cool.
Must have been
in ’64
I heard the blues
Miss Nina Simone
” Don’t let me be misunderstood “
and I knew
what it meant
for the lyrics struck my heart
prompting me to begin writing poetry
and now you know
why I pen.

Wonderful penning ☺️
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