Twenty Two

It feels like a hundred years
yet somehow yesterday
when I found stories, poems, friends
to read, and write, and play

It seems I've been a poet
for as long as I've been alive
and here my writing has a place
to speak, and shine, and thrive!

The day I found writing.com
in December of Two thousand two,
I struggled with my grief and pain
but honed my craft anew

And now it's been near twenty years
I've called this place my pad
For twenty-two it's been around
through good times and through bad

So here's to you, my home and friend
and here's to all who write
I'm proud to wish you endless years
of laughter, love, and light!