Poems are ellusive, they come and go at will
Just when you think it's flowing, the ink dries on the quill

My family and my feelings, of which no one and none are exempt
Are always the starting factor of all my meger attempts

Maybe some of these jottings will offer some small part of me
Although it wasn't my intention for everyone to see

It just happens, it can't be stopped, these expressions of love for you all
And the feelings well up from somewhere deep, always at beck and call

The feelings that is, the words, well maybe, if the ink well is full today
I'll go on with my poetic attempts, in my grateful and heartfilled way