This is a turning point in my life.

I thought this would never happen.

Here I stand, without my friend

-- no longer at my side.

Still, I am standing.

Not crushed; just bruised...

singed edges

wiser

strong.

***

my daughter (ever the smart one)... recently read about a type of poem called the Nonet.

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

And so... here is my first attempt at one.

(the photo is one I took yesterday evening... just as the rain started to fall)