Biography Poem by Israh Sadan

Only daughter, eldest child.
Shy at first,
In her twenties a bit wild.
Broke some hearts, shed some tears.
Settled down at 26 years.
Has husband and son, and another little bun.
Due December 08.
Can hardly wait.
This one a little girl.
Pigeon Pair complete
That will be it for pitter patter of little feet.

Has always scribbled words and sometimes they rhyme.
Better ones apparently when going thro a tough time.

Dreams of peoms being widely read.
Maybe someday before i'm dead...