Unfinished-
It was the way she painted it across a page,
Heard like the shot around the world
An inspiration I envied day through age,
My fingers trembled around a pencil I curled
Struggling to fit the pieces together
Through wind, and rain and stormy weather
It was when I was small I read her works,
Her poems striking me into absorption
Because that is what made it special
A torch that has lit me into today
A torch that helps me to not stray away
For maybe I can stay another day
The pages, telling of grief and glory
The Caged bird sings of an untold story