Wrap my body in shrouds of poetry
for it was faithful and never laughed or
pointed fingers at my lack of talent
and never threw my words down on the floor -
It accepted me as the Poet I
dreamed of becoming and supported me
through all of the highs and lows of writing ,
teaching me on what it was to be free -
With laughing streamers of meter and rhyme
I fished for the right word to use in seas
of poetic brilliance and hoped for a
miracle or two that would come in threes -
As long as there was a pen in my hand ,
it stepped back and watched me with growing pride
as I flung the words into existance
with my Muse who was along for the ride -
And the ride is coming to a stop now
and there is one request before I die :
wrap my body in shrouds of poetry ,
it deserves to be recognized - not I .

(c) 2005, Karla Dorman.