He is so confused, this I can see,
Wondering what has happened to me.
I really don't know what to do,
Because this also has me confused.
He even tells me I've lost my mind,
Because of this poetry I now write.
I had never had this gift before,
So he's wondering what's next in store.
I know to him this is so new,
When I'm writing to all of you.
He gets so lonely when I write,
He says I'm ignoring him at night.
I pray someday he'll like my words,
But for a critic, he is my worst.
And my poetry he still resents.
To me it's a miracle God has sent.
I feel I have something for my strife,
For the first time in my life.
I've been disabled for several years,
Which has caused me many tears.
Writing poetry I feel some worth,
It helps me survive this great earth.
I hope someday he'll realize,
It's really a blessing in disquise.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
Dedicated to: Ronnie
