That, I Do Know

You see this? I've been doing it, Most of my life. Writing. I began in the '50's The nineteen fifties. With little or no encouragement, At all that I could see. OH... My mom use to buy my sister And I writing pads and finger painting sets to keep me from writing on the walls. And... I guess a few spankings supplied an incentive! Now that I remember certain events. It was my sister Mimmie, Who discovered I could write poetry. And she didn't believe me. People 'assume' I was nourished, And encouraged by my parents. I don't think they knew what I did, To be honest. I was born 'this creative being'. With demands I made. No one 'gave' me a thing, But a headache. With a parade of negative comments, About my exposed interests. They assigned to being a little effeminate. But I played ball and stuff like that. I wasn't hung up on gender! That is more expressed today, Than in those days I grew up. So... I am quite amazed today, Especially... That someone would ask me 'how' I do 'this' and what they need to know... To do 'that'? 'Gee, I don't know what to say. Or how to say anything at all about it. Uh...you...uh...well? ...I...uh...Gee.' Sometimes I'm left speechless. I just know... If it is something done that is loved, It will discover a way to express itself. THAT, Is what I have discovered over many years, Of unrelentless devotion.