I've written constantly

To my heart's content

Insatiable need

for a paper and pen

I have words

Pushing to get out

Freedom of speech?

No doubt

It's become common knowledge

In this family's house of four

What's Sarah doing?

You just have to peek through our glass door

Fingers against keys

Rapidly flying

She must be hitting her streak,

The clacking of keys is signing

Don't say a thing

Just let her finish the sentence

If you make her forget a line

Well, good riddance