Friday, September 15, 2006

Legacy...

"We write, in part, the words we need to read."
Rebecca McClanahan, Write Your Heart Out


My words are my children,
nurtured from conception to maturity,
from thought to page.
They are what (all) I have to leave behind,
to let someone know I was here.
The mark I leave.
One proof of my life's worth.
They talk back to me, make me laugh.
They explain me, comfort me, as I grow old.

16 comments:

boneman said...

Can't figure out if yer bein' "southern" or yer self esteem is as low as mine, and if it's the later, yer definately wrong. You DO have more behind ya, though if y'didn't notice, then y'all weren't actually listenning to yerself.

Hey, I gotta go up in an airplane next month.
I hope YOU worked on my thing and not that guy who was doing two jobs and a break at the same time....(whatever)
'Cause you at least do yer best.
So, you leave LIFE behind you....
That ain't bad, girl.

Jean said...

Boneman - thank you for your perspective...point taken. My self-esteem is better all the time...partly because of my writing, and partly because of all the beautiful people in my life.

Jean said...

p.s. Boneman - only the words in quotes are hers... the others are mine.

K. D. Zu said...

A sudden spurt,or haven't I been watching? of fine writing. I lurk even if i'm not posting right now.
Take care.

Jean said...

k.d. - you are always welcome here.
and, yes it was a spurt, hopefully with a steadier stream to come......thanks.

MrsJoseGoldbloom said...

Nice work!

Jean said...

mrs. g - thank you!

Aspergantus said...

Very nice. I like your style.

Jean said...

aspergantus - thank you and welcome!

Theresa Williams said...

I just discovered your blog and I'll have to bookmark it. I found you through IN A DARK TIME... which I found by googling Hart Crane. I love the McClanahan quote. But do I think of my words as children...I'll need to think about that. I'm still trying to figure out what writing is, what the creative life is. Thanks for your input.

Kirsten N. Namskau said...

The words are my children.
The thoughts are my arms.
My feelings are when I get fertilized with thoughts, which reaches out to my "children" who activate my needs.

Hannelie said...

Jean, thanks for visiting my blog so that I can come back and visit yours. Been awhile yes!
As you said, my month was busy and sad, but it's getting better. I am so glad I came over today, I have found so much insparation from reading all your posts. Today was one of those who, why, where days for me. Thank you for sharing your heart and soul with others, it help us heal too.
Aussie greetings.

Jean said...

Hannelie - so glad to see you again. Yankee greetings to you!

Jean said...

Theresa - welcome...and visit again any time!

Valerie - Riding Solo said...

Just found you, where'd you go?

Jean said...

Valerie - just been pondering in the corner...more to come soon, I hope...:)