" The Blue Lady" ©
She's called "The Blue Lady", she's a woman of style;
The eternal optimist, wears a permanent smile.
Three beautiful blonde braids reach the small of her
back;
Her acomplishments so many, it's hard to keep track.
She can do anything, her limitations are none;
On the weekends she climbs mountains, she claims that
it's fun.
From painting and sewing, to working with stained glass;
What she doesn't do now, she'll soon enroll in a class.
She toils in the garden, pretty weeds get to stay;
Then she's off to the next project, because that's her
way.
I imagine that soon, she'll be flying a jet;
just stands to reason, from the way she pilots her Vette.
Everyone who knows her, are all quick to agree;
She's physically earthbound, but her spirit is free.
Experiencing new things, she'll never be through;
Just knowing "The Blue Lady" will make you smile too!
Guy Patrick
Drumm
This poem is dedicated to my girlfriends'
mother, our landlady, costumer, and an all around great friend! Unfortunately,
it doesn't do her justice, as it understates her achievements, and boundless
energy! In case anyone out there has any suspicions; I'm NOT being compensated
in any way for the words on the page!
