I am creative and caring.
I wonder if I’ll live to be 199.
I hear the sound of my little baby girl singing.
I see love dancing in her eyes.
I want a spinning wheel.
I am creative and caring.
I pretend that I am a singer on a stage
I feel apprehensive and concerned.
I touch God’s hands in the sky.
I worry about my mom sometimes.
I cry when I think those that reject God’s love.
I am creative and caring.
I understand that people have their own choices.
I say that love changes people.
I dream of owning a great business that encourages others.
I try to think of other people’s feelings before I speak.
I hope my husband is alright.
I am creative and caring.
(The idea for this poem came from a prompt that my son had for a homework assignment)