So I like the girl. You got a problem with that?

Whatsherface

She kicks my butt when needed
And cowers when I rage.
Huddles me round corners
And follows where I lead.
The safety on the trigger
She holds the shooter from the shot.
And loves kittens I bring home
She’ll trudge in mud in Saxon forgotten fields
Be beside herself appreciating Milo’s derriere.
The ups and downs of Yorkshire
With equanimity she meets;
And old friends too and sometimes new
Depending on the drink.

And I with aspiration
And song and soul and heart
Still need to hear within my ear
“Go out there! Go on: Start.”

I’m blessed I married whatsherface