Writing when I first met her was an unruly child. 
The letters would not sit quietly on the line
They would escape through the lines both upper and lower
whispering secrets that they would not share.


With age, the letters stopped to run and the words became my friend
They allowed me to hear some of their secrets.


Today writing is my friend,
we run, skip and hop and whisper together sharing our secrets, laughing and crying.


Writing I toast you, and look forward to you leading me on many more adventures.