Poetry

I can't figure out why my poem didn't post, so I've cut and pasted it here. I won't use the cut feature and hopefully it won't delete my poem this time. I'm afraid all who do not wish to read it will just have to suffer through or skip the poem manually.

A not-so-well-written poem:
Once a day there comes a time
To sit back and to rest
My body begins to unwind
As my mind struggles to do it's best

Creativity begins to flow
Through my veins it works it's will
As in my head ideas do grow
To form on paper from my quill

I work all day cooking and cleaning
Looking forward to this short hours time
I long for this short break in child rearing
Ahhhhh... at last
NAPTIME!

Poetry is not is my strongest writing area. It never has been, but I do love to read it. ;)

I'm working diligently on a story right now, focusing mostly on Madam Pince and Madam Pomfrey. I promised myself I would actually finish this one rather than moving on to something else and leaving unfinished fic on my hard drive. I might need your help with that. I've already enlisted my husband to remind me to write in it every night, but he's rather forgetfull...

He starts work Monday by the way. I'm trying not to be too hopeful and excited, since it's only a 6 month job, but it's hard to contain myself as we will have saved enough to move by either mid-December or the begining of January. I can't wait. Finally, I'll get to have my family back together again.