In her own words

Here she sits on the floor
Wanting to still write more
All she does every day
Is create poems in different ways
She loves to write each sign
Like its in her bloodline
Shifting the pencil from side to side
In some shes happy,in some she cried
When she writes you cant hear a squeak
Only because she cannot speak
Not able to speak for years
Has brought her many tears
Since she knows she cant be cured
She writes in her own words