Why do I write?

When I was a child My Grandpa read to me awhile I did not know Mother Goose, Nor did I know Doctor Seuss. But I did know Evangeline and Anabel Lee. Always, they were friends to me. I did not understand when teachers would croon To Good Night Moon, before naptime at noon. However, I found comfort in The Bells. Especially, when grandpa read it in swells. It is my Grandpa’s memory I preserve with all I write. That is why I write with all my might.