Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other
I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it
Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos
Even still,
I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy to write my poetry
Maybe it’s my thing, writing sleepy
If I’m tired the filter is tired too so I can just say it all
whatever it is I have to say that day.
-Saschia
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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