I’ll tell you who I write for

I write for the child within

Searching for friends in a story

A place to grow up

With just enough adventure

Without too much danger

Well, maybe a wee bit of danger

I’ll tell you who I write for

I write for the young woman I was

Unsure, unsteady and unwilling

To simply please herself

Pleasing the lover in the story

Passion, longing, hurting, aching,

I’m glad I’m no longer that age

I’ll tell you who I write for

I write for the middle aged me

Ready to laugh at life’s foibles

And recount my most memorable mistakes

The twist and turns which made me

I’ll tell you who I write for

I write for the woman I’d like to be

Wise and attractive despite crows feet

And deep laugh lines

And too much sun,

And age spots I’ll call freckles

I'll tell you who I write for

I write for those who will never know me

The ancestors before me

And the children I never had

I’ll tell you who I write for

I write for me

And if I should amuse you

Move you

Inspire you

Embolden you

To become more genuinely you

Then you were before

Well, friend, I write for you.

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