October 29, 2021
I’m blessed that a poem’s not costly in time.
The words fall together when forming a rhyme.
I gather the thoughts when they form in my head,
Then stitch them together like needle with thread.
I put them together, those snippets of verse,
Then smooth them like butter not lumpy or terse.
Like a spoon full of sugar to sweeten the sound,
I try to put rhythm to words I have found.
I pray that my verses are soothing to hear,
Are heard on the inside not just with your ear.
I pray that they lift you whenever you’re low,
Like a gift or a present adorned with a bow.
Perhaps you will share them with someone in need,
Encourage another to do a good deed.