Good Enough

We loved to hear your stories
about being youngest of seven
life in south-side Chicago in the twenties

your brothers who spoiled you and
your working-class pa
who gave you his pocket change

“Write them down Mom, write them down
take a class like I do, It’ll be fun.”

She did—for a while. We were thrilled
“But they’re all such good writers, kids
I can’t write so well.”

“No Mom, you’re fine! Keep going, we love it.”
She didn’t, couldn’t stand the pressure
of feeling ‘not good enough”

She didn’t tell us right away she quit
She knew what we’d say
And then the guilt would start—more pressure
Not good enough.
Jean E. Taddonio

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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
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