Kindred

So I am still reading Steven Tyler's book.
Still loving it.
The picture he paints with his words grab me.
I laugh till I cry, my heart fills with memories
of how I sounded just like him in my younger days.
He is, as I, a poet at heart.
An artist in all rights.
I never would have guessed
that I would feel kindred to a Rock Star of all people.

I usually devour a book, this one is taking me a bit longer with
summer and the kiddo out of school.

Like last night when Zach and I stayed up late and watched
Wild America.

If you are a fan of Aerosmith I recommend this book.