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