By Amy Santos
How soon is SOON?
Tomorrow? Next week? Next month?
Maybe forever, or never!
Like seeing an estranged father.
I enjoy my time with family newly found
With scribbling as our common ground;
All understanding, accepting comments,
Critiquing and learning are light moments.
Wishing to be with my brother and four sisters longer
But I cannot hold time any further
Lately I cannot adeptly join our discussion
Due to a project going on.
I dream of having published the booklet of our scribblings,
Of the happy ending of our fruitful meetings,
With another chapter, with a new beginning,
Perhaps, if allowed, I may again come in.
Let’s think of SOON in months in the future.
May we meet each other soon in good form and good nature
Once a family, and friends forever
See you soon, fellow scribblers!