You always paint a picture
With the words you write
You arrange them all together
Until they sound just right
I always read them out loud
As the words just seem to flow
Once I start reading
I just cannot let go
I'm sure they'll come a day
When, I see your name on a book cover
Then I can tell everyone
I knew her before she was discovered
Who knows maybe someday
You'll have yourself a best-seller
When the critics write their reviews
They will say, her writing is stellar
But the most important thing
That you must not forget
Is the place that you came from
And to those whom you owe a debt
Not a debt involving money
But a debt to those who believed
The ones who stood beside you
Knowing that you could achieve
11-27-18/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem