Good, Bad, Special
My family thinks I am good-
as matriarch- it's understood
I keep us all tight-
with love, we unite-
keep bonds fortified as we should.
However, at times I am bad-
for when I feel down- to be glad-
I need my own space
seclusion embrace
to work out whatever is sad.
My special- a pastime, so fine-
I try to write poems that shine
so readers can see
the thoughts that make me
a builder of words that define.
February 29, 2020
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