The Gift

Sitting in her third grade classroom

Staring at the blank sheet

Glancing out the open window

Swaying with her feet

The little girl sees a birdhouse

Standing proudly on a pole

Her mind begins to open

As the ink exposes her soul

A new road shows itself to her

A new way to share her heart

All onto the blank paper

Her teacher was the start

Childhood poems about childhood things

Bubbles, clouds, and dogs

A poem to say goodbye to a house

A poem defending Santa Claus

Youth begins to show its pains

Heartaches of a teenage girl

Poured out on paper wet with tears

Love with nowhere to go in the world

Why didn’t he want me, Why didn’t he love me

What was the point of life

The ink was always there to release it

Ink instead of knife

The little girl turned into a woman

With many more pages to write

She’s learned that poetry is a gift

Where souls are allowed to take flight