Her Poetic Tapestry

Takes down a well thumbed book of poetry

That has withstood time's own true test

He reads her words a lot when he's alone

and holds its warm magic to his breast

There's poems of musical carousals

Cute odes of mermaids by the shore

Neat Haikus written five-seven- five

Children's poems adorable for sure

Theres her poems of garden flowers

You can almost hear the blossoms sing

Her love of nature's magic is always close

Like green shoots of beauty in the spring

Her soft words seem to stroke his heart

Like gentle fingertips caress bare skin

He reads another and smiles content

Heart in bloom a most indulgent sin

She weaves such tender word paintings

Each one giving breath to a cherished memory

They are all blessed with her smiles or teardrops

Priceless is her heart's poetic tapestry...