Found

Your words, they made sense of things I've been questioning for so long.

I didn't realize you wrote about me so when I read my name in your messy penmanship I had to look at it over and over again.

The way you wrote my name was so endearing. I could hear your voice.

The way you didn't want to teach me how to write when I told you you needed to made me cry like a baby.

As hard as it was for me to read, you handed me, long ago, the understanding and inspiration I needed.