From Mourning to Poetry to the Heart

 

Please bare with Fio because she's done it again--erased all her notes from yesterday that she was going to shape up today, which means you are getting a clean slate, like it or not. 

Yes, Fio is still in mourning, especially when she goes to bed at night, but she's trying to forge ahead. Lolly's story has been put off way too long, as has the arrangement of the art shelves in the studio. And your girl would also like someone (1) to fix her up with a nice Spanish-language show, and (2) run off her last three years of Fiorella so she can put them in a solid folder with all the others. Any takers?

Going through the latest pile from the Pflugerville storage units. Fio found a nice, framed picture of her late husband and, on the spot, decided to hang it up in her bedroom. She'd forgotten what a handsome guy he was--no wonder our children are so good-looking.

Your girl wants to gather together all her poetry, from junior high on, and put it together in a book. Of course, some of it is gone forever, but maybe its ghost is floating on the wind and will inspire another  little girl walking home from school with a feel for rhyme and rhythm. 

But what about "modern" poetry, Fiorella? Aren't rhyme and rhythm out of style? Well, as your girl sees it, the world is big enough for everybody to enjoy fanciful writing in their own way, but she herself is betting rhyme and rhythm will out-survive its latter-day rivals. You can't beat the measured beat of a heart.