When I first heard your name
I felt you detest this poetry game
But you are a lover,
A giver of courage
That my poetry race is not over
And to my writing a new page.
You ignite in me a new flame,
And allowed me in your hall of fame.
You are a mother,
Mother of the poetry village
Your soup makes me forge further
Your love, my great advantage.
For poetry, all I can tame,
For your stopping by never leaves me the same.