PROGENY OF WORDS

Words are my children I say With disbelief look at me they. How can anyone understand This unseen relation of an unknown land? How words smile at me when I groom them In a meaningful string I bind them. Like all children they too would grow On the tide of time effortlessly flow. And like any aged mother old and meek Would hold on to words for support like a stick. On the rough stream of life my boat will sail Leaving progeny of words on my trail.