Since I started out writing poetry, I thought I would begin by sharing a short one of those. I tend to write all kinds of poetry---differing styles---moods, etc. This one is entitled: The Quandary. As I recall, my inspiration was hitting a cement post at the local bank with a car door, inflicting a bit of damage. Certain my husband would not be amused, I drew up my last will and testament and attached it to the wounded car. It worked---my husband laughed instead of erupting.
The day was long, the hour grim---
Fate had decided to enjoy a whim.
It was my choice how to react---
Throw myself, or remain intact.
Let temper rule, or use control---
What would be my chosen role?
Tears longed to come, and yet it seemed,
A hidden mirth within me beamed.
To laugh or cry, which would it be,
As disaster loomed, surrounding me?
With a defiant twinkle in my eye,
I laughed out loud, then began to cry.
Cheri J. Crane