I cannot take the credit for the poems that I write,
For God has put these words inside my head.
I put them down on paper, hoping that they might,
Be an inspiration if they're read.
To someone who is lonely, lost, or sad, or blue,
I hope, to you, a comfort they might be.
So when I write a poem, sent from God above,
I'll pass it on with love to you from me.
Jeannette E. Smith