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Poems were a way of centering myself.  Often I woke up in the middle of the night, troubled.  I wrote to comfort myself.  The rhymes, although appearing forced in most of my early poems, were what came from my head, rhyming and not. I wrote as I felt.  I wrote in the moment.  Often times, my thoughts did rhyme.  I let them be what they were, my feelings.

I wrote poems mostly when I was distraught.  After I was finished, I could sleep again.  

I tried visualizing my perfect mate.  If I had a clear enough picture I thought, he'd materialize.  One day, I met a man at the park.  He was baby-sitting his boss's son.  My daughter and I played with the two of them and I fell in love because he wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend.  He was cute.  I decided that I had written enough miserably lonely poems.  I wanted to write about something joyful.  I wrote this because my hopes were high.  I wrote this from a happy space.