I Remember

I remember how she watered my mind Like a tender plant she nurtured my soul My mind bamboozled by her many words You can make it, you can make it No clichés she says metaphors are wise I never hesitate stories I create I unfold like a flower, words break free I blossom and bloom in literature Her voice a mentor to the words I write My pen my closest friend, I hold her dear Many words like the sun shining down on me I bask in the presence of poetry I hear her voice clean and clear in my ear Her praise sits on me like a butterfly Pen to paper becomes an easy task I grow and glow spreading my own petals