Ink

For every paper that fills
Your name scrawled start to end
The breeze blowing the mills
The angel a god would send

The force keeping me on my feet
The reason for my heart to beat
The song that I love to sing
The inspiration that keeps me writing

For each letter in a word
I have you to thank and praise
There’s nothing I want in the world
But to know my poem brings a smile to your face

You are my ink, my inspiration
To whom I give my every dedication