Creativity.

I often wonder where I got my uncreativeness from. Earlier today my mom read me some poems and haiku's that she wrote and posted on a gardening message board that she belongs to. Her words are so beautiful and so touching to my heart. I am the only person that knows about her writings, which I think is special. She wrote a poem called 'Heaven' about my Grandma and Grandpa. It had me in tears by the end of it. So where did I inherit the fact that I an uncreative? I long for my mom's creativity. She can write a poem like it it's nobody's business, and I can't rhyme for the life of me. I've known that my mom can write poem's for awhile now, because she always helps me whenever I have to do them for school. I have a hard time even writing blogs, because my creativity stinks that much. Is there a shot when you get a touch of creativity, because mine is lost and running around somewhere.