Word Child - Diane Scantlebury

I’ve come to claim my creation
A shameless child of mind’s invention,
Cavorting and jumping up and down before you
Trying to grab your attention,
This wayward child is demanding
And won’t let you rest,
Till you stop what you are doing
And acknowledge her,
For she is your train of thought,
She‘ll pester you even while you sleep,
She is persistent and will not be ignored
Until you embrace her,
Praise and applaud her
Then commit her to paper.

Diane Scantlebury