I Write

I’m not a painter.

I’m not a photographer.

I don’t read that much.

I haven’t finished my stories.

I’m not the fairest of them all,

But I work with what I have.

I’m not the sharpest of them all,

But I’ve fixed little things that helped a lot.

I’ve got my mom,

The prettiest.

The softer

And the loveliest

Of them all.

I’ve got my dad,

The hardest worker,

The smartest

And the strongest

Of them all.

I’ve got my bro’,

The little bro,

The one I love,

The only one I have.

I’m might not be that terrific,

But I try my best.

I’m not an artist,

But I try to write,

That’s my way,

I write.

This might not be a great poem

But I write.

I tell you what I feel,

I tell you what I think,

I tell you what I dream,

Hoping you like my writings

To come again

To read my blog.

And keep coming back

For more.