Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
Neat. :) And I don't know why I'm just learning about OctPoWriMo now...
My mom was a nurse too and I wanted to be like her and wear a white uniform with the nursing hat. Thanks for sharing your poem. :)