August 1, 2010

  • The Begining???

    I am told on the day I was born, the admitance nurse told my father that the hospital wasn't going to admit my mother unless my father could prove he could pay for my birth. This was something he couldn't do. He couldn't pay in full.

    And that was teh start of a very intersting thing that I call "My Life".

    I believe I respond to live the way I do because of things that have happened in my life.

    Two of my earliest memories are....

     

    My mother talking to someone while I sat in  my hich chair. She was talkning about how I was a mistake. The diaphram with foam didn't work. I remember her saying "She is a mistake and now there isn't anything we can do about it! And I (my mother) am not over it yet."

    The otehr was sitting on my father's lap as he mumbled wile composing one of his many poems.

    Since then...Poetry has always been the way my father and I connected.