She's Queen of the Smile

©2007 Wayne Cook
Dedicated to Sandra Turner

She’s a mischief maker of the wonderful sort
With grins and laughter and comic retorts
She’s the queen of the smile, and funny besides
So she laughs at adversity but may cry inside

A mother of sons, daughters, and wee bairn
Protecting the brood, sleeps when she can
By morning, by day, by night she toils
And builds the fortress, from evil she foils

Perhaps it’s silly to attempt to peek in
And watch the doctor as she heals and befriends
Yet I must look about, for this woman within
Is skilled as a nurse and creative with pen

A poet of brain and heart and breast
Her life dedicated to nurturing her nest
So tender, so delicate, yet tougher than nails
Her hands build the lives and watches them sail

Scorning mundane and creating fantasies
One woman, one heart, one grand mystery
She’ll build a gift with paper and band
For a child, her angel, with innocent hands

A woman of stature yet tiny compared
To the world around her that she guards with care
Advisor, consultant, a secret preciously held
I tell you this story because I must, her story tell

This beautiful mother, most precious to see
A dear sister I pray, someday be free
Free from the worry, free from distrust
Free from the weary, held by pure love