Left to linger with a thought
Which seems not ready to be born.
Never the less It may be time
For that thought to see light of day.
It's tough enough to have a thought
When you need one the most.
I cannot then squander what's given,
But put some life in a sleepy thought.
We are the painters who use words.
The canvas is your mind we seek.
It's there our words come to life,
And you who read them, give them birth.
Kathy J Parenteau