It happened one night,
when I was feeling down.
I just had surgery,
and there was no one around.
I pulled out a notebook,
and began to write.
My very first poem,
how I felt that night.
The words came out,
it flowed off my pen.
I finished the poem,
and sent it to my friend.
She loved it so much,
she showed it to her daughter.
She even encouraged me,
to write another.
It's forty-five years later,
it's late at night.
Thanks to my friend,
I continue to write.
