Amber Lampron lives and writes in Minnesota.

Writing on the Stairs
By Amber Lampron

He told me
That artists work so hard
For every word

I sat quietly
Nodding
The peacemaker in me, smiling

But not agreeing.
Knowing that for me
The words sit, waiting

They wait in little jars
Until there’s no more room on the shelf
And I am forced to write

I put down the laundry
Mid-step, and pick up a pen
Letting the words fall out

It’s not always
So tidy or beautiful
But it sure feels good.