For Olivia My Kindred Pen

Olivia, dear, with a writer’s heart,

Your words, like songbirds, take their part.

Dancing lightly, soaring high,

Painting stories ‘cross the sky.

A pen in hand, a world you weave,

With hope and wonder, you believe.

Each whispered thought, each tale you spin,

Is where the truest dreams begin.

May ink and paper be your wings,

To craft the tales your spirit sings.

And know, my dear, that side by side,

We share this writer’s joyful ride.