welcome to 2025- poem three

this was originally written for new years eve-

happy new year

and im not going out to party

because i dont

because i did too much

so i say, no to party

but here’s a poem

in honour of everyone making a new years resolution, (and here’s hoping mine sticks {to post all these drafts in my website!}) this poem pays ode to the best choice i’d ever made, so here’s wishing you well wishes ❤

this poem is called New Beginnings, which is the same name as the quilt work shown in the picture (which also won an award in the art show) but I won an ekphrastic honourable mention award and stood in front of my first crowd of strangers since I was twelve or thirteen, or whatever it was when i read that Remembrance poem in grade school and read it to the entire school in the gymnasium *gag* and I still- *gag* because I’m a writer, not a reader, not a public speaker LOL but I do these things.

That’s enough procrastinating, without further ado! Here is the poem on wrote inspired by the title of the art pictured below.

New Beginnings

Was the school I went to.

Or the portables behind the school to be politically correct.

Portable? It’s a trailer.

Positioned precariously posterior the main building.

For young women.

Women?

Teens.

Ones that had babies.

Ones that kept babies.

His smile would melt any girls heart,” childcare workers exclaim.