WHY KEEP A JOURNAL
I used to keep a journal, did it for a long time,
I thought no one wanted to hear tales of mine,
Nothing seemed exciting, earth shattering in any way,
I’ll just stop for awhile until a brighter, happier day.
I wrote every now and then but lost the desire,
Forgot what the prophet said, he did inspire
Me for awhile but them some sickness came
And the writing of my journal became a pain.
The old journals were on the bottom shelf,
A grandchild said I can read this all by myself,
She picked up a journal and others gathered round
And I listen to my stories and excitement I found.
Sometimes they laughed and then they cried and said,
‘Nana we can read all these when you are dead,
And read them to our children so they can laugh and cry,
Please write some more before are you really old and die.
The words of the prophet sounded in my deaf ears,
All those spiritual tales and lost stories over the years,
Now folks please find time to write a thing or two,
And bless unborn relations and they will know you.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 September 2005