My Mom's writing |
| Poets, poets, everywhere Poets sailing through the air, Some write good and some write bad, Some write happy and some write sad, I'm a poet as you can see Or at least I try to be, Read these lines and tell me true If you like them as I do, If you do not think I'm smart, After all, its only my start And so someday if you should read, The thoughts behind this heavenly creed, Stop and think of lonely me, Who never thought that I would be Someday - A Poetess. Dedicated to myself (Helen Pechota) Circa unknown but suspect early 1940s |