An Ode To Caycay

Have you ever wondered to yourself "Have I gone stale, am I back on the shelf"? I have been to that writer's own lonely place Where words seldom come or only give you a trace. Then some contest will come along and let me see A few words that I can use to help set my spirit free. Not words that I would have thought on my own But one of my heroes, whose work is here often shown. She will give me a boost when I feel my work is poor They do the trick, because I am suddenly sure. Perhaps you have felt it because they are driven By a poet whose comments are most honestly given. Her words to me often give me a peaceful calm That act on my soul like a most soothing balm. She is one of the first to have welcomed me here I am very grateful that I was included in her sphere. She has helped to give my words a strength and fight Especially when she knew that they needed to come to light. I put her in my heroes and told her that perhaps one day I would write something for her when I could think of the words to say. This is a poor effort and lacks what her words to me mean, but alas It is my ODE TO CAYCAY...for that day has finally come to pass. They are not of the quality I would like to have written But these words came to me today as if I were smitten. My saying "Thank you" does not do her any justice at all Right now, they are the only ones that I can recall. So let me say them in this, in my own meager way YOU HAVE HELPED KEEP ME ON TRACK..."THANKS, CAYCAY"!