The Month Of May


Month Of May

In the month of May my wish unfolds,
To build a blog where my poems can be told.
With hopes held high but fears in the way,
The thought of tech hurdles keeps me at bay.

Not a computer expert I feel lost,
The fear of complications, a feature I can't cross.
Help arrives in my nephew's kind hand,
With videos and guidance, he helps me to understand.

With open eyes and an inquisitive mind,
I see the process and not being bind.
Step by step the blog takes shape,
A space for my words, a poetic escape.

In this quest I learn and grow,
With support, the result does show.
In the month of May my blog is conceived 
A testament to what we can achieve.

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