Blue Marker Haiku

; The Unbearable Lightness of Being

I can see myself at four, a little girl between the dining table and the kitchen.  I’m trying hard to curve my J’s and Y’s.  With a blue marker in hand, I struggle to spell my name and other English words. Trying to rewrite the letters of my name J, O, Y, C, E, L, Y, N, and once again, fixing the J’s and Y’s finally making them as perfect as can be. Looking at the blue marks and scratches, I smile at my success.  I think that day got me to actually enjoy writing still working on my J’s and Y’s.