Poetry should we do it or not??

As a little girl, I used to enjoy writing poetry.

By high school, we were required to write essays and critical analysis’s.

I let poetry fall by the wayside.

I didn’t pick it back up.

I found a journal of poetry when I was moving five years ago and cried. ..

RIH – Rest In Heavy Monaye’s Poetry

Poetry has always found a way into my heart to bring joy.
Whether through smiles or tears.

Rest-In-Peace Mary Oliver
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes?
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver