I sat and stared at the computer screen. As I wrote the last sentence of my new middle-grade novel, HUMPHREY’S MOTHER; I smiled, sighed and typed those glorious words, “the end.”

This is what I do:

I throw words on a page
Then I sweep them away
Put them in my pocket
To save for another day

Soon, the time comes
I do it again
With my fingertips
I sculpt, twist and bend

Time after time
Day after day
By sun-By moon
The seasons change

On the last hour
At the end of life’s day
WORDS-so artfully crafted
Are all thrown away