One poem a day
Keeps the doctor away
One poem a day
Helps me exhale

Writing is a form of therapy
Or maybe over time
It has become a part of me

Thoughts and ideas
Whirl in my head
They bounce around
I examine them

Once they are on paper
I feel relaxed
I’’ve said my piece
I’’ve had my chance

Water that flows
Stays clear and bright
Words are like water
The river, my mind

Lida Berghuis
June 26th, 2004