Words dance across her paper With pen in hand, she writes. Picture painted memories To join her, she invites. Tokens of a treasure, Found so long ago. Lovingly, she leaves them, To you, she does bestow. Her heart is overflowing; And so it is with rhymes, She happily creates for you, A book of her design. Reading through the pages, She hopes that you will feel, The passion for her writing; And her longing to instill, Just a touch of comfort, And peaceful happy days, Tucked inside the covers Beside your bed, it lays. Bits of golden nuggets, Await you every night, As you drift into dreamland, May her words bring much delight. ã 2004 Marie Williams
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