I have a memory of being a young woman in the house I grew up in and over hearing my step father say he liked my writing. This was one of the nicest memories I had with my stepfather. Another nice memory was when he told me he really liked a poem I published in the newsletter. I decided to write a poem for him. My older female friend that takes me to Nicotene Anonymous meetings gave me the idea that maybe I could write poems for my loved ones.