Writing poetry about my life began as I watched a tennis match. It was January of 2018. Maybe it was the quickness of the players as they moved around the court. Maybe it was a signal going to my brain that I need to place more focus on being fit. It could have been my subconscious telling me that I am much older but that I have not come to grips with this fact. All I know is that words began to flood my mind. I grabbed paper and a pen to jot down my thoughts. My feelings were erupting; I had no idea why I felt the need to bare any part of what was going on in my life. These words were all about age. The spark inside of me was so real. My youthfulness was fading away. While I felt young in my heart and mind, my physical self was not the same. I had changed; it was then that I was able to connect with my aging self. When I completed the poem, "The Magic of Living," my niece and I talked about trees. It was her idea that led me on a trip to South Carolina in search of an Angel Oak tree. It was on John's Island where I found this grand tree. This tree is so full of life. I just stood there and admired its beauty and long
life. My eyes moved up, down and around
this tree; it took my breath away. As I
looked at that tree, the words in my poem became more meaningful to me.