Hands Of A Writer

My hands have written since days of young.
Words of a poem, or words I have sung.
The first publication was when I was in grade two.
Yet so young, my passion grew.

A daily journal I wrote to cope.
Later words to share to give others hope.
Than down a different road I took.
Editing for other authors, also I learned how to cook.

i have wrote to save lives, the joy of writing as a group.
We have sold all over the world, still stay great friends in a loop.
Looking back and at my writing hand.
I have so much to offer, no one will know where I will land.

Recently given a poets ring.
I could here my mom in heaven sing.
Telling me to keep on writing, finish your poetry book.
Its just about finished, giving it a passionate look.