I write because the writer lives in me
I cannot throw her out
Because she has taken up permanent residence
She lives here more than I do
I cannot evict her
She is someone from my past
Someone from my future
And if she cannot share my time and now
She sits down right on my lap
She just adores sharing my abode
If a take one step without her
She interferes, and talks to me of little rhymes
That sweet voice inside my hiding place
Sounds just like me
Now you see I cannot throw her out
because if I do, she takes me with her
What a trap
She talks to me of spring
See spring time along the hills
What do you see?
Well I'll tell you what I see
I see big red tulips and yellow daffodils
Now come on, let's me and you dance in the summer sun
Grab a bikini, let's head for the beach
I told her and she doesn't listen
Now this time I have to object really loudly
"BUT I DON'T WEAR BIKINI'S" LOL
Then she says to me in a giggly tone
"Well, I do, don't tell anyone, it is you
Just tell them it is me
They will never know the difference
Can't you see"?
Now this little sneaky gal has to be stopped
But can I?
The answer is "no," she has come to stay
She makes me so complete
From the top of my head to the souls of my feet
~~I ask her already, "What in the world will my friends think of this poem"~~
She says to me, "Does it really matter"? Just tell them is was me, not you
that wrote it!
Oh no, now see what I mean, I cannot evict her
If she goes, then I go too
And I have nowhere to hide
She finds me in the darkest closet
Turns herself on in the middle of the night
Sometimes, I think, "This ain't even right"!
Softly she says to me, "Grab a pen and paper,
write it down quickly before I forget it"!!
When the misty morning slides in
And darkness rolls back like a scroll
Make sure I am here beside you
So we can travel on down life's road..
It is then that I really know
That I love you precious Writer