Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.
OR
*was and all she’d be.
Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.
OR
*was and all she’d be.
Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.
There once was a girl I could woo
by writing anything I wanted to.
But then she understood
that she could also write good
and we became writers two, too!