A poem comes from deep within me.
I put it on paper for all to see.
I show it to all who are dear,
And read it aloud so that they might hear.
I do this all in bravery,
Conquering the stage fright and fear.
I carry it with me like a child who sleeps,
Then put it away hoping that it will keep.
I'll bring it out, these words on paper,
Like a gift or reward or a party favor.
Before these words can fully steep,
I will sip upon their worldly flavor.
Even though it's premature
I know the words; They will endure.