I would have been, 7 years old, sat in Summer breeze
In a basket woven, no food, my eyes do see
Under tree, a book retrieved, my biros, I count Three
My back of hand, move my curls, concentrate on face
My back pressed now, against the trunk, I write away, not trace
I’m feeling so excited, I love my words with me
I’m filling up, my book of new, stay here, come and see
Hours pass, I’m on my own, happy and content
I have my all, my everything, my words, my Father sent
He gave me gift of sharing, to send others, so his light
Every time you read my words, God’s light is shining bright
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm