Calligram by Guillaume Apollinaire. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
So sick,
my mother cleaned,
taking me along,
Birdie sat me down,
with tablet and pencil
to make a poem
at age seven
prodding me on,
making me strong,
giving me a touch,
showing me voice,
developing pictures,
taking me places,
involving people,
reasons of why,
paving the way,
to the poet,
that comes alive in me.
Mentoring me, Birdie,
Always sharing poetry,
ever alive in me.
Reblogged this on Lines by Linda and commented:
Thanks to every mentor that touched both you and me!
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Hey, Linda! This is so interesting,you are moving to the creative side! I’m so happy to see that!
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Awww. That Birdy was must have been special. Thanks for dropping by “Honey.”