My Inner Soul
Never flowing before from me
Now words don't seem to stop
I don't know where they come from
They all just seem to drop
I sit at my computer
My fingers at the keys
Not thinking of a word to say
Then my mind does seize
I am no longer in control
I write with all my inner soul
And when I finish all I see
Is all the love I have for thee
My son, George
With all the love in my
heart,
I dedicate this poem to my loving son,
George Kelderhouse- Feb 24,1960 --Dec.5, 2000
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