photo by Leanne Dyck
He Makes Me Feel
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He makes me feel happy when I'm blue
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He buys me pretty things and tells me he loves me
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He takes me out to eat and we dance
Oh, the way he makes me feel
I see the way he looks at her
I
know
he
wants
to...
Oh, the way he makes me feel
I come back from the bathroom
He's holding her in his eyes
He's touching her
Oh, the way he makes me feel
I can't be here anymore
I have to leave
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He finally comes home
drunk
smelling of her
Oh, the way he makes me feel
I tell him that it can't be this way
It's either her or
her or
her or
me
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He hits the wall
the bureau
me
His fist into my belly
My navel up into my chest
Oh, the way he makes me feel
The next day, I can tell he's sorry for what he's done
Oh, the way he makes me feel
It's my fault
I pushed him over the edge
It's all my fault
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He makes me feel happy when I'm blue
Oh, the way he makes me feel
He buys me pretty things and tells me he loves me
Sharing my author journey...
I shared a new picture book manuscript with my writers' group.
One comment: 'I don't think anyone will publish a story about kids jumping off a roof regardless of ending'.
In search of another opinion, I emailed a children's author friend.
Her comment: 'Keep in mind it is the parents and grandparents that buy the books and if they think it teaches kids to do dangerous things then they may not buy it.'
Just because you can write a story doesn't mean you should. When you write picture books you are writing for two audiences -- the child and the adult.
