tis lovely to write
poetry and I sure do
write lots of poems

But that doesn't mean
I not live my life,  as I
do live very well

My mind is active
Tis full of great dancing words
Waiting to sing loud

I blame my brother
Was when heaven wanted him
more , was than my words

began to flow , they
was full of sadness, my heart
wept like a grey cloud

I remember the
rain it never sang a song
It just fell and fell

Years later and a
new found confidence I'm still
writing , I cannot

stop, I'm not here to
be popular I'm here as
I just love to write

So I must thank those
who read my words , you truly
are rather lovely

I do try at times
to catch up on reads but time
seems not long enough

Today I looked at
house roofs , the sky behind wax
grey but the trees were

pretty green , yellow
flowers bloom in opposite
house garden , my pane

is growing flowers
too , maybe one day I shall
stop writing because

living more and more
is really beautiful , but
for now I shall just

continue to share
but only if it's okay
with you lovely lot :-)