I have been told that
That I love too deeply
Cling too tightly
And get hurt too easily
I must plead guilty to all
Three statements at times
I have always felt myself
To be just a little
On the outside of life
Looking in
I can not put my finger
On just what it is that
Makes me feel this to be true
Perhaps it is that part
Of myself that brings me
Time and again
To share my heart with
whomever would like to step
Within it to take a look around
My name is Lesa
And I have been writing
My heart's songs
Since I was in high school
Only bringing them to be seen
When a whole new world
Opened before me
When my daughter presented me
with my first computer
I live with my husband
Of Thirty-nine years
In a small suburb just outside
Of Reno, Nevada, USA
I am a Fifty-nine year young
Grandmother of four
Three boys and a girl
Have touched our hearts
Ranging in age from eight
To our little Kendra
who has just turned three
My daughter Kim, will give
Us our fifth grandchild,
A little girl, sometime
In October,
So blessed we are to have these
Very unique little souls
To call our very own
There is a true need within me
To express my heart
In written form even if that form
Is of my own making
I have not seen any formal
Education in journalism
And I tend to find my own way
In however I am led
To place my scribbles
I can somehow find myself to be
Hopeful yet still feel hopeless
All at the same time
And You will see this of me
Reflected in what I bring
Before you
If you are curious to know me
You only need to choose any
Title that may be of interest
And you will open the page
To my true self
I write because I am drawn
To the keys to speak emotions
I do not always make known
In this real world in
Which we all live
I have found that to be known
In certainty of reaction
And unconditional love
Brings to me many heartaches
That finds their need
Of a way to be released
From within
There is also the need
to share the joys I find
along life's way
I can only be whom I am
When I come
Before blank screen
I hope you will enjoy
Each visit you pay
To Aspiring and myself
Each time you leave us
I pray your heart leaves
With a blessing
Perhaps being a shade of green
Is not such bad thing after all
I will let you be the judge
