Precious Poem

Bewildering words bounce out from your stem Day by day you grow becomingly My precious poem Pepping up my know-how strongly You talk to me in a language that puzzles Whilst paragraphs and sentences and words Fight each other daily rigorously in your shuttle There is never a time or space for them to get bored Sufficient room for grammar, you can always afford Sometimes you are like a gem Sometimes you spike up mayhem With structures of words that condemn But you are still my precious poem At times you have a clear message Creating pure outrage At times there is no clear passage Words are scribbled in a gobbled up language At times you have both attributes as one package But you are still my precious poem I must confirm On your own terms Both at AM or PM You will always be my precious poem Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi