The Joy of Writing

Write a poem about the joy of writing.

If I listen close and don't have distractions,
They tell me their stories
They make me laugh, and open my eyes
My children call my name
But I don't hear them.
Mom
Mom

And when I'm done and the rewrites are over,
I send them out, hoping they'll speak my name,
Make others laugh the way they made me laugh,
And open eyes the way mine eyes were
And I wait.
And wait.
And wait.

And the calls don't come but the rejections do,
And I'm convinced that I'm a no one,
And then when I'm not waiting, and I've forgotten,
The yes happens,
And I can dream again.
And start again
And again.