The little poem was desperate to be written. Only at the time I had
no idea. knowing it had to become that idea to be born, it flashed
into my mind.

There; now both of us were aware of each other. I didn't think it
would be a difficult birth. A bit of tinkering here a few daydreams
there and... No! looking back it was a bit trickier than that.

We were both excited. The little poem knew what it wanted, but
I had to fiddle about; a word here, a comma there. The little poem
letting me know when everything was just right.

Now when I read the little poem, it flows nicely, the words seeming
just right. And of course I loved writing it. But you know every time
I read it, I get the feeling the little poem loves it too!

R