A blank piece of paper

Is a wonderful thing.

I pick up my pen

And let my imagination take wing.

What comes out

Isn't often quite right.

But sometimes I feel

My thoughts HAVE to take flight.

Sometimes I write

Of things that are sad,

Like the heart searing sorrow

Of losing my dad.

Then I might write

About a talking frog named Fool,

Just to entertain my grandkids

So they'll think Grandma's cool.

I especially like trying

To find the right phrase

That just might help someone

Find their way through life's maze.

Knowing that just the right words,

Said in a certain particular way,

Might be the key

To brighten their day.

A blank piece of paper

Is an open invitation.

It says to me:

"Come, let loose your imagination."

mothergeorge

2-26-05

SADLY, I HAVE LOST THE ABILITY TO WRITE SUCH POEMS... WRITER'S BLOCK, I SUPPOSE.