The Lone Star state where she calls home
Is hers alone where thoughts hers roam
Upon pages where she does type
Her deepest feelings, sometimes at night
At 17 her world she shares
Her Lord and heart and scars it bares
In poems birthed where dreams come true
Read on, enjoy and you'll see too
Her innocence, her heartfelt style
Her need to hold if for awhile
You captive, reader her friend
Read on writer and time yours lend
Her work starts off just like yours did
Where love condones what your heart hid
With Godly soul she will go far
Above she will and raise the bar
I wish her well for in her writes
She will show all who makes things right
Dear God she loves and holds on to
Inspired poet, Gods gift, that too