There are enough words
to go around. There’s no need
for me to covet yours,
and yet somehow you seem
to find the perfect ones
while I fuss, fumble and groan,
trying first this and then that.
You take words and shape them into song
while I stutter and stumble along.
Still, if I keep practicing
maybe I’ll turn stumbles into song.
JDG
aholdingplace 
For me, you already do.
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I love it when a poet makes her words belong to a specific time and event and them shares them out for all of us to play with and be inspired by! You do just that, Joan. 🙂
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You will, I’m certain.
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