Writing Happens to Us

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You sit in your car seat,
eyes tracing the world outside.
“Bus! Bus!”
Life rushes past,
and we chase after it,
catching moments as they come.

A red light lingers—
stubborn in its waiting.
I press play,
familiar voices fill the space.
You call them out,
“Mama! Amy!”
Our words spill into the air,
ideas tumbling forward,
eager to be known.

Slicing,
writing,
dreaming,
hoping.
Building habits,
growing community—
a rhythm of creation.

As the voices carry on,
you call again,
“Mama! Amy!”
This writing partner of mine,
with her drive,
her fire,
a reflection of the writer I long to be.

You sit in your car seat,
wrapped in words and wonder,
held by the weight of stories.
A new purpose rises,
verses take shape—
writing happens to us.

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Published by Ana Valentina Patton

I aim to be a learner, not a knower. If I forget, please remind me.

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12 thoughts on “Writing Happens to Us”

  6. Wow – so many great lines in here – and like Denise, I am struck by how Elena is surrounded by writing, how she is growing in it. You say it, too, “wrapped in words and wonder/ held by the weight of stories.” I can’t wait to hear where you and Amy go!

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  9. Wow, Ana, and we can see how writing is happening to Elena at the youngest of age. This is so beautiful. Your writing is magical, so you are becoming. “wrapped in words and wonder” is lovely.

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  11. A beautiful poem, showcasing an interest shared.

    “Building habits,
    growing community—
    a rhythm of creation.”

    This holds so much meaning.

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