My pen, my pearls

She said that I should write it down, a child's squeaky voice...annoying sound

Gave great advice to me...

And then the journal as a teen...

My Grandmother said:
Had a rock on my shoulder, I was being mean...

"This is what your mother left, so you would never forget yourself and the love of which you come."

The words leaped from the page...
Echoes from another age...

A writers path begun...

Inspired I wrote her everything and resolved a gift so true that in the mist of journaling....Lord, I discovered I am writing my way to you...

So this journey, though rocky
Risky and unsure

Has found me pushing writing
As a self loving cure

I'm thankful for this squeaky voice
This passion fueled pen...
For every tight spot I've ever been in
(Builds characters)

That it speak to every child, bolstering the gifts within...
That they journal through their journey

And find their paths to win


Share your journey...
We'll journal together
I'll teach you the jewels and the tools