A Poem

A poem is a lovely gift

We share with one and all.

But we must bear it's birth alone

And raise it till it is tall.

When mature we send it out

To bless the waiting world;

A social thing with open arms

To cheer some boy or girl.

It often comes to visit us;

The home from which it came.

Oh the blessings start to flow

When you mention just it's name.

It will live in every heart

Of those it chance may meet.

Yes a poem is a lovely gift:

So good, so kind and sweet.