A Poem for You

You never write poems for me you say

When you read one I wrote for someone else one day

Well, I'm sorry you don't inspire me this way

and rhyming rhythms just don't work that way

But know who you are when I think of you

And know that the words are more than a few

Don't think that I've put you to the back of the queue

Only that the writing is wild and belongs in a zoo

Sometimes writing is a difficult game

I have to sit down and focus the brain

Sometimes the words they fall like rain

And crafting this magic is hard to tame

You inspire my writing at various stages

Through multiple characters and various places

You're always there through the different phrases

You take your place behind the thousands of pages

First Published on this site in February 2010 © Erin Cawood