I begin to sift her words
copy them off weathered pages
imagine they are my own
their rich musicality and muscle
their layered depth and texture
but alas and hurrah
I arrive at the truth
These unique weavings of words
are indeed her own
as well they should be__
She won the prize
And in some mysterious way
they have become a part of me
I can only hope
that my words too
will become a part of someone else
who loves them
and we will all be connected
in this grand scheme of creation
which after all__
began with a word
Jean E. Taddonio
In the beginning was the Word. The Word was in God’s presence. And the Word was God Jn1:1
About geniecan
Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
No Thing Ordinary 
words are contagious in the most wonderful of ways.
http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com
indeed they are! So good hearing from you aword (-; Thanks for visiting me again, Peace, Jeane