I Did This For Me

I did this for me to protect my sanity when littles with legos and Thomas the Train tracks turned the house into chaos my mind craved discipline, tugged by a place unfamiliar. I did this for me and a story I wanted told. Shaping history into his story was a degree in itself. It's OK that it sits in the basement on a shelf in timeout. Three stories later I do this for me. It's a surprise to myself what word pictures and turn of tale fly from my fingers onto a clicking keyboard. Sometimes you'll catch me standing in this world, but living in another. I do this for me, but also for them, they're watching me chase my dreams for her, hoping the story can heal hurts for joy, childhood should sing of it for truth wrapped in love freckled with humor. Yet, it's OK that I do this for me, too. ©2021 Sue Santiago all rights reserved