The Secret

Yesterday's poem was about a family secret. So I can't post it here for all to see, but it was good therapy to write about it. I started it last night, but just as I typed the first three lines, the storm knocked out the power. It was actually kind of nice to have to light scented candles in a nice, dark, quiet house. If it weren't for the lashing rain and crashing thunder, it would have been quite peaceful. Funny how my kid slept so well last night. I dreamed about erupting volcanoes and was awakened at 1 am by the lights suddenly coming to life. Yeah, forgot about those!