Plant a deep,
and budding seed,
to take away the endless writing need,
show the others,
end the angry jealous greed,
& take away an ugly weed,
to do a little poetic deed,
As you hope in a prolific tree,
in it's rooted ink,
to be set so free,
stretching to the sky,
to show a light for all to see,
Get down & pray on bended knee,
the God's above have heard the plea,
as they hand you a compelling key,
and no,
there is no guarantee,
As I will always remember thee,
I hope that you who let me be,
I hope you too,
remember me.
Cherie Nolan © 2016