Journal Entry (Saturday January 14, 2023)
It is agonizing
sending a poem into the world
wondering how it will be received
like watching a child grow up
wondering about the result.
The sun rises every morning
in glorious light
when the child loves you.
The sun sets at night
into perpetual darkness
when you realize the child
has no use for you.
I have been fortunate
I see the sun rising every morning.