Run Around for Write Around generates its first poem...

In my thank you email from firstgiving.com, I made sure to drop in a couple of prompts for my donors, hopefully inspiring them to write a little, too. Here's a great poem my mom's friend Sherry wrote:

After I died I felt very sad,
I also felt giddy and pretty damned mad.

I thought my life passed just a little too fast,
There was much more to do, but it was all in the past.

I wished I had climbed to the world’s tallest peak,
Or kept my mouth shut rather than having to speak.

I could have worked harder to bring about change.
Or written a book, or ridden the range.

But I didn’t do all of those things that I might
I napped in the day...I stayed up at night.

I had me some fun at the Iowa Fair.
I gained me some weight...I colored my hair.

I loved my husband, my kids, and good brie.
I got rid of those folks who didn’t love me.

I’m hoping they said on the day that I died,
“She did a good job.” “She tried...how she tried.”