The Poet
She sits on her porch in a swing,
Where the sun does glow,
With a paper and pen,
And the words just seem to flow.
She has always remembered even when she was young,
That God would pull on her heart with a tug,
And the words that he would give her she would not take lightly or with a shrug.
Writing was her passion,
But the years have passed,
And now she is a mother of two.
With a heart of compassion, Over the last decade,
She has not wrote many poems,
But one stands out the most,
It was called A Summer Sunset,
By far that is best one, I like yet,
My Mother is who I speak of, and she is the best Poet!
To my Mom: Paula Christian
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