Poetry Challenge Day 158 (Fri Mar 11)
I was chatting with my Sister.
Quite unexpectedly she
complemented my writing.
When I disagreed,
she insisted it was good.
I find that a little hard to accept.
It has nothing to do with the source,
it’s about me.
How can someone that has no idea
what they are doing,
do that something well?
When I questioned her judgement
she told me she has spent her
life encouraging talent
and she knows what she
is talking about.
That was truly one of the nicest
things anyone has ever said to me.
Still, having told me this, even coming from a place of experience, doesn’t make it true… You see Sister, I get the last word.