My works may not fill a greeting card,
Or be published in a magazine.
But I wrestle words out of my mind,
And that’s alright by me.
I may not be a Poet Laureate
For an institution of any kind.
But I pour gems out of my heart,
And that suits me just fine.
I may not be a famous author,
Best seller on some paper’s list.
But I mine jewels out of my soul,
And I don’t mind being missed.
I may not teach in a noble school
Or make workshops online.
I just tumble with the mumbles
Until my text starts to shine.
© 2017 Valerie Hathaway