A Poem About Me
A poem about me? Seriously?
That makes me laugh deliriously.
To think that I could ever be
A poem's subject, tickles me.
But if you were to Google my name,
You'd find I have some claim to fame.
This electronic wonder's sent my words
To many lands to be read and heard.
My poems have been on written pages,
Along with more important sages
As has yours been, as well you know it.
I love to be called by name--The Poet.
It's what I am, not what I do,
That you say is of interest to you?
When narrowed down to lowly me,
There just is not that much to see.
I was born quite some time ago,
In a state that's noted for its snow.
In North Dakota I was born,
Quite early on a Sunday morn.
I married and I moved away
To Washington State where I live today.
I live with with simple dignity
In this precious land of liberty.
I love with all my heart and soul
My mother and grandmother role.
I love my God, land and family
To more or less the same degree.
I was raised with love and to show respect
And instilled with a steady work ethic.
I love my friends, have no enemies.
I love to live and live to please.
What do I hate? I detest war
And long for a world with war no more.
I avidly hate a pedophile.
A despoiler of children is truly vile.
I loved being a daughter, a mother, a wife.
In other words--I love my life.
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