Aunt Emily

I see you in your room--In a chair by the window,
Your day filled with a world of paper and ink.
You in your simple dress, you sit by for hours;
You write of night and days of night without light.
I see you having sat there for such length,
And I, I wish I had your patience to only sit and think.
Hearing others talk of you in downward words
Hurts me past my skin -- A feeling in the bones.
Pen and ink, pen and ink, pen and ink--
Oh to have the diligence to sit and think.
You taught me to sing in a world of only words.