As you know, poetry is something that I love to both read and write. I just love the way it can express your innermost feelings in such a beautiful way. There was a time when I wrote a new poem regularly, but in recent years other creative projects have taken the lead role in my free time and sitting down to write something new, whether poetry or a story, has become something of the past.
It’s not that I didn’t want to write, it’s just that I wasn’t inspired in the same way as I had been before. I’m one of those writers who likes to write when something moves me, rather than sitting down purposefully to scribble something down. There have been times I have scrawled the lines that popped into my head on napkins, the back of receipts and even the edge of a newspaper because I just didn’t have anything else to hand. I loved such moments as those as I knew the words were coming from a very deep part of myself.
And that very thing happened to me this week. I was just getting ready for bed when the line “I loved you before I met you” popped straight into my head from nowhere. Immediately I knew it was important to write it down and so I grabbed a pen and paper and got to it. Within minutes I had a poem for our son that truly helped to express how I felt about the whole process of our becoming his parents. I showed it to Tim and he loved it, and we decided I would work on making it into something special for the little one.
What I didn’t expect was that the very next day yet another poem would come pouring out. And I feel there is so much more in my heart I need to say. So my latest plan is to create a book for our boy, writing these little things in as and when they occur, so that as he grows he has something to look at and see just how we felt about him at each stage of his life. And this makes me happier than I can say.
I thought about sharing the poem with you all, but for once I feel it is right to keep these words between me, Tim and our little boy. Naturally our parents will get a look too, but it really feels too intimate and sacred to our little family to share so openly. And that is a whole new feeling for me, because usuallly I feel poetry is best when shared with as many people as possible.
Isn’t it lovely, though, to have something that is like a secret between you and your nearest and dearest! I wonder what little secrets you have with your families…