Marie Gauthier

I’m feeling encouraged that today’s poem was less of a struggle, even though I had less time to work on it than I’ve had thus far. Vincent had his first morning of preschool, which went like a dream, but instead of using the quiet time to write as I’d anticipated, I had to take my poor leprosy/eczema-afflicted Aidan to the doctor to get checked out. But here’s my draft, and it’s earlier then yesterday’s, hooray!

{poof!}