I wrote my first verse at 5-6 years of age and saved it away on a scrap of paper in the family altar. It went something like this, in a child like sing-song way, if I recall:


Tiny fingers on my hands,

Tiny, tiny toes

How tiny, how tiny, so tiny? Some ask -

Who knows, who knows.


My love of verse has been around a while, thanks to teachers, friends and my parents. It is my reflective, contemplative space.


So bring a cup of cha, find a warm cozy spot and a lazy afternoon, and read on