To all of you
Whats happened to you to make you smile
Where is the familiar grimace
Why do you dart around the house
So happy, that glow upon your face.
I have a secret all my own
And I will never tell
Some people said that I could write
and I could do it well.
They read my stuff and send me mail
I open up each day
with every comment and every word
how can I stay away.
I am a writer, an artist sure
of words written by me
and others understand my need
encouraging my need to be.
So now I hold my head up high
a secret in my breast
I choose to hold it in my heart
An author penning my best.
© Copyright 2006 Amawitch-granny witch