I mentioned my poetry anthology project back in May.  The project hit a road block, or more appropriately, a writer’s block, and stalled.  That is, until my friend Jan suggested that I write and print a short book about our journey through infertility, pregnancy, and the birth of Baby Champuru.  And, here’s the kicker: give it out as favors at Baby Champuru’s first birthday party!  It’s an ambitious project to be sure, but perhaps with a deadline looming, it will prompt me to devote some serious time to the project.  So far, it’s worked.  I have sixteen poems written so far.

The poems are still a work in progress and Jan has been helping me by providing feedback and basically being my editor.  I don’t claim to be a poet, but I hope that this format will be light enough reading, yet pack the emotional punch that Baby Champuru’s story deserves.

Here’s the first poem:

It rained
on our wedding day.
Some cultures say
a wet wedding day
symbolizes fertility.
Sprinkles of liquid sunshine,
showers of blessing
to begin our journey
as Mr. and Mrs.
In the presence of
our loved ones.
November 27, 1993

If you have any feedback on my poem, I’d love to hear it but please be tactful.

I hope I can finish the project in time.  Baby Champuru’s party is in October.  Deadlines have a way of sneaking up on me and biting me in the butt, so I hope I can get this done before the eleventh hour.