My daughter, my lovely, my sweet, sweet girl. My life changed forever when you entered this world a new sense of purpose rose up in my soul. I felt so accomplished taking on this new role. The happiness I felt just to smell your sweet skin, or the thrill we shared when each new skill'd begin. I've been deliberating, contemplating a perfect token. So you could experience the joy of which I have spoken. Here's a mirror that contains magic Galore For the vision you'll see, possesses so much more than the picture you're used to of your flawless skin. It reflects your beauty that shines from within Believe what I'm saying about this mirror which seems plain Look at your reflection, take your time while I explain Gaze in your eyes, see them sparkle and shine, how they see the best in others and beauty divine. Pay attention to your lip so expressive and pink, How they speak words of kindness and your thoughts, distinct Your hair? Your crowning glory, as it frames your face reminds me you're a princess filled with humility and grace. I could go on and on as my list has no end. So many qualities I've admired as your personality transcends. As you grow and mature and your dreams are all met, Know, I'm so proud and love you, dont ever forget.

We now have 17 members officially joining the next Art of Poetry anthology. I am only accepting 20 total poets for this book, which means there are only 3 spots left. After today, submissions will be closed. If you’ve been thinking about being part of this project, this is the moment. I don’t want anyone coming to me tomorrow saying, “I wish I would have joined.” This anthology is about bringing our voices together, building something real, and giving poets in this community a chance to be published side by side. If you want in, comment below or message me today. After today, the door closes. Let’s make this one unforgettable.

There is no evidence, they said, of a stroke— not on CT, not on MRI. But I have eyes. All I know is his movements are slower now— more intentional, like the turning of large pages in a heavy book. When he speaks, concentration his dearest friend. His words— methodical, measured. Like thick honey dripping from the comb. And I— I find myself watching his lips like a silent prayer, as he strives to shape a word, his mouth a frantic, holy O— pulling a heavy anchor from the sea. And still— I find them sexy. Maybe… even more than before. Because now each word costs him something, and that— that makes them worth everything. -Yvonne Marie Savon

📝 National Poetry Month – “Write From the Line” Today’s challenge is simple… but powerful. Start your poem with this line: 👉 “I almost said something… but didn’t.” Where you take it is up to you. Was it regret? Fear? Love left unspoken? Or something completely unexpected? Let the poem unfold from that one moment. ✍️ Rules (simple): • Start with the line above • Any style, any length • Post your poem in the comments 💬 After you post, read at least one other poem and leave some love. No overthinking. No perfection. Just write.