She wrote words that spoke to me
Of ticking clocks and bells that ring
And pretty dances and ladies that sing
All that I read of
Her scribbling pen etched life's tapestries
Showing off her mastery
Of wonders and those left wondering
Her pencil etching on
And clouds would pass and candles burn
Just to light and see and learn
The words and stories she did earn
And tell the world of as well as me
And how her words did captivate
Dewing eyes and raised heart rates
And time and pencil wrote of love and hate
And stories... oh, they were told...