When Did I Become A Writer

I am not sure when or why I began to write

It was not school related I can tell you that

My early educational benefactors

Never learned that imagination was where its at

It may have been I learned to write from a book

Not a "how to book" but one of the many

adventures I devoured as a child

Or it could have come later when I learned

I could make people laugh with funny poems

some naughty some mild

Perhaps young romance shaped my hand to write

When I put thoughts of love and desire to pen

Watching as sweet eyes misted in my words afterglow

Time seems to have faded my powers since then

Mayhap it were the power of the broken heart

That honed my abilities to unburden the pain

As computer age came in the door and love fled

Much quicker could I release what could never be again

I hear laughter in my ears, my children’s laughter ringing

then Poppy’s girls contributed many a smiling page

Or perhaps my view on the world around me

Has made me want to express the wrongdoings of my time and age

Ah truth be known I began to write the day

I opened my eyes to the world around me

Writers are born to spread their hearts, souls and minds

So all those who do not have the gift of words can see the things we see...