Did you know?
There's a little gift in
each of my poems...
Wrapped...with a bow...
A comma...
An exclamation,
a sigh, a pause,
A lump in the throat...
beat of the heart...
A longing...a feeling..
Put them all together...
Every vowel and consonant...
And that's a poem in itself...

I am an ultra sensitive soul..
And probably when we meet,
I won't say a word...
But my poems will speak...
Because they carry
the weight of
your invisible presence...

And I know that you know...
That these gifts are just for You...