Photo from Washington Post – Ken Burns’s ‘Country Music’
For just a moment, I thought the crowd was here for me. They were all looking in my direction. Eyes wide, eagerly hanging at the ends of their seats. Screams rattling windows blocks away. What was I thinking? Imagining? hoping, that someone would want to hear from a little old storyteller like me? Coming up on my right was one of today’s up and coming country artists, just passing through he yells out to his adoring fans. I was no longer the center of attraction, if I ever even was. Lucky for me, I don’t live for the attention, I live to tell the story. I’ll wait for the moment that eager eyes are upon me, hanging off their seats. Until then, my stories will hold me. I will become something I never thought I would be, whole!
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
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