A piece of my heart I want to spill
To form a poem that gives a thrill
As I sit by the window and ponder
Words and rhymes that make me wonder

With a bump, I start to write
Letters and words, they come to light
Each line taking its own shape
Like a puzzle I must patiently tape

The window's breeze whispers in my ear
As my poem takes form, loud and clear
The piece of my heart, now on the page
Tells a story that transcends age

So young ones, take a moment to see
The beauty in words and what they can be
Like a window to your own soul
Let your heart spill and watch it grow.

Reflections

1. What is the author trying to do when they sit by the window and ponder?
2. How does the author describe the process of writing a poem?
3. What message does the author have for young readers about the beauty of words and what they can do?