I discovered a poetry contest in a magazine one day. I thought, I can write poetry. So, I sat down and wrote this poem. It didn't win the contest. It wasn't truly what they were looking for. They wanted a poem about a little girl playing little league and her loving daddy being her biggest fan. I thought about the current head space I was in and how my daughter and I were growing up without loving daddies. I figure that it doesn't really matter why you write a poem in the first place or even whether or not it suits someone else. It's only important that a poem comes to you at all.
