Lines by Linda

Thanks to every mentor that touched both you and me!

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.