My pencil is dangled between my fingertips,
While my apprehension falls from my lips,
My brows are furrowed as I attempt to focus,
However, my endeavors are completely hopeless.

Paper after paper meet the trashcan,
Time after time I can only deadpan.
Where can I find the inspiration?
How can I sustain my concentration?

Suddenly a hand grips my shirt,
And I hear a voice bearing mirth,
Sounds of happiness meet my ears;
Sounds I hope to hear for upcoming years.

A smile spreads across my face,
Only before I am able to give her an embrace,
The sound of footsteps thunder across the house,
And my inspiration is suddenly found.

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