For years I walked in wonder, trying to figure life
I always felt a little different, never knowing why
I saw myself as quirky, with my little dimpled cheeks
My imagination roaming, I see this gift to me
I would ask the same on Birthdays, Christmas, was the same
When asked of all my presents, same answer, would remain
I would like a pen, with Golden nib, a book, with pages lined
So I could spend my hours, writing, what is so called life
My comfy bed, my best friend, my tummy, hours lay
Just writing words that came to mind, one day, send them your way
I never knew the reason then, why, I enjoyed to write so much
Looking back, I know this now, God’s trust is what I took
Today, I’m not much different, cheek bones, replace my dips
I still request, the same present, my wish, falls from my lips
Still, my bed I lay upon, the hours, they do pass fast
Stories still, I write today, with you for ever last
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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