Native Language

My native language is poetry. As a child, I shut the door to my room and read aloud--even memorized--poems from my mother's high school literature textbook. Many years later, typing my journal entries into the computer, I was shocked to realize that I had written poetry! A friend is encouraging me to write poetry again. Here is the poem I wrote this morning:

On this day the cottonwood seeds
Fly through the air like angels.

A friend will tell her children
That she is divorcing their dad.

Tired travelers go to the airport, inspired after their
First look at the Grand Canyon and Sedona.

Another friend grieves
The death of her dog.

I am happiest and most content when I let my voice speak poetry.

You write it:  What is your native language? When are you happiest and most content?