I am committed to words,
They are my treasures, my herds,
I must chose them softly and with care,
Mind them, find them, grind them
Into reality,
Respect them, blend them,
Care for them, love them
As does a mother, love every child
Keep them close, protected
Until they are ready,
To fly away, poetically,
On their own
Into their new found,
Poem home.

by Sandra Feldman

Comments (1)

Very pleasant and uplifting. Joyful and lyrical