Through all my younger years
I searched for my place in life
Always believing I would end up alone
Then god sent me an angel, that later made me his wife.
I was happy, and well taken care of, but
I still didn't understand my purpose for being here
He's good to me in every way
But my true purpose still wasn't clear.
In later years I was blessed with three children
All of which I am proud of
Still, I wasn't convinced that it was what I am here for
My children know they couldn't be more loved.
So I continued on with my search
Many years gone by, and still no clue
Suddenly a pen made it's way to my hand
And away with my thoughts my pen flew.
The words slid from my brain
And down to my hand
Never taking a moment to rest
And I began to understand.
I believe my purpose in life is to write
To help people see that life is good
To write in a form everyone understands
Because some things written are misunderstood.
Dianna Nally
(copyright 2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem