when I was smaller, I was part of an email support group for a kind of cancer- I just found it and wanted to be a member to support the people and to be their for them and to help them see things from diffrent angles.

well, one of the members of the group, kevin, passed away- and before I knew what I was doing, I was writing a poem in honour of kevin- just about how he blessed the group and what a remarkable man he really was

the other members of the group loved it, and it's how I was encouraged to continue poetry

they said it was good and I shouldn't waste my tallent