I find myself so blessed to know,
A small handful of poetical poets,
Of whom each I'll speak of down below.
They've enriched my life with eloquent words,
That twist and turn like leaping fish
And through them, I've learned more than they know,
To do them justice now, is my only wish.
To ClaytonCrowley, a man unlike,
Any others I've come across on the sight
Who lost his love, to deaths' cold hand
But fought onwards, to a greater height.
His rhymes exquisite, and stories told
Through pain untarnished in the years past,
I'd love to hold, and soothe his soul,
And promise him the heartache won't always last.
To RainbowQueen, an old, old friend,
We met years ago, when I was young,
And yet still, her works reach out to me;
Her open heart speaks in many a tongue.
This lady, bound, inside her home,
Has risen above her life's rubble,
And instead, chosen to follow the Lord,
Giving to him, all of her trouble.
To young Kyleberg, a fine young man,
Who often loses his visual path,
He writes with a pen beyond his years,
With the ability to make me cry, or laugh.
The topics wide, and broad of range,
Are so unique; like none I've seen before.
He'll go far - if he could only believe
That in him, I can see so much more
To storiesuntold, Patty, what can be said
To an angel with wings, walking this land,
Few will not turn their backs on those who are lost,
But, I see in your eyes, you always understand.
So many you've taken, into your heart,
When they were left with nowhere else to go,
Though you were blessed with none of your own,
God gave you a special job; of saving lost souls.
To finish, I give you, a most special child,
Who sees the pain that her elders prefer to ignore
She looks to the ground, rather than up to the skies,
Willing to offer her heart to those on the floor.
Ellie befriends everyone that she meets;
Including the hungry homeless beggars on the streets,
Her works are beyond the age of her years;
And often, I find, reduce me to tears.
She writes better than I, and with more emotion;
I say truly, you couldn't find another like her
On this side of the ocean.
So there you have it, I couldn't choose
For each are so special - none could lose.
Whoever you are, when you log off this site,
Know, to me, you are special, as I write this tonight.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
You titled this poem "blessed to know...." but really I feel blessed to have YOU as my AP big sister. 
] but others remarking about how talented you are, and how caring, and thanking me for having a link to you from my page... please don't ever stop writing girlie 
