I must have subconsciously enjoyed the challenge of a pentina poem because I wrote one again today. This one goes out to the one, the only, Debra Ann. The one who sat patiently and bemused when I said "I don't like my mom." Insert huge pause>>> "I love her!!!" She knew what was coming, deep down, she knew.
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Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She writes here occasionally to drop nuggets of wisdom she picks up along her way. You can read her poems and posts by clicking and exploring below!