When others fall short
when others have nothing left to say
my pen is tickled
and politely ask them – to move out of the way

my pen is my heart
and my heart forever beats
my pen is the sex
that lives under your sheets

my thoughts is the camera
that records the happiness shared
my pen is the porthole
that connects hearts that cared

tonight I write you
better than you know to be
for I am free to leave ink
based on what I see

you are so beautiful
the whole story of you
blessed to have met you
and to have read the soul of what you --- do

you are a strong woman
the queen of the queens that I know
with vision missing
I trust it to be so

from my heart to you
poet --- be true and continue to stay real
my pen is dispatched to you
to write it like I feel

my female poets
your stories I have read
I send to you tonight – my heart and my hugs
praying that God will rest in you – as I sign off and go to bed

after vision