My Time Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I've always loved to write,
As a child I loved the peace and contentment,
That putting words together can bring,
I'd write from my windowsill,
In my bedroom,
Writing as I heard the birds sing,
I watched the cars,
Pass down our street,
The sound of the rain on the window pane,
Those soothing sounds,
Settled my mind,
And I would write many stories,
And it felt divine,
To feel the quietness,
As I wrote away,
For that was my time,
The best part of my day.

Jayne Davies