by D K Mitchell

Created on: April 12, 2010

My mother used to say,

when I was just a child,

when I was still at play,

when I was young and mild,

"She a poet and doesn't know it."

And I would laugh too hard,

to cover for the thought,

I really was a bard, 

though never had been taught.

Now half  century down,

having written for so long,

written when I've frowned,

written when I'm strong,

I can without laughing declare,

"I am a poet,"and to my mother be fair,

add "And I know it!"

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