let me write my thoughts,
let the rumbling lava flow—
or the lid will blow.
As a mother of two small kids, I don’t get to write often or for long stretches of time. Writers hate when ideas vanish and disruption to flow, we all know that.
So, after feeding lunch, impatient to get back to my writing nook, I told my daughter the above verse, which sounded like a haiku. So posting here.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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That's a good one. Perfect description of why we write