Day 14 is to write a 14 line poem, similar to a sonnet, a type of writing used by Shakespeare.The sonnet is a series of 12 lines in groups of four and one group of two. It is called Iambic Penatameter (and if you want to know more about it, go here). If you still haven’t found the challenge, you can find it here. I wrote an article a few months ago, A letter to my mother…., and I joked at the time it kept coming out as a poem.

As I am not a poetess, yet I still appreciate a challenge and I do adore poetry, I’m going to give this a shot. I’m sure it shall be amusing, but hopefully I don’t embarrass myself too much (I’m no Denise Frohman or Jesse Parent, For the Love of Slam) but I disgress…. I’m going full poem with the letter for the mother. Without further ado.

My mother and her children

My mother knows how childhood goes,

yes she doesn’t see how her children don’t know.

They don’t fall in line,

a line she has designed, even though it is fine.

My brother and I we work on her lie.

Trying to be the best children, so that her nachas (enjoyment) is not belied.

We try to do the best we can,

although it seems nothing I am, nothing we do, is good enough for her, damn.

As we’ve become adults we’ve realized

It’s time to become our own people, self-actualized.

So what if we cross her imaginary line

with this action we are fine.

It’s okay to be me and it’s okay to be you,

because we’re adults of our own now too.


If I can write a poem, so can you! Give it a shot!

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