Glimpses of lashes flutter in air of gentle wind
Hair of silken black sweet graced a head of small elegance
Black eyes of molten silver perused all with curious
A nose of straight with small arch leveled with flair of
Neck of slim swan bowed with grace to her Father’s word
Obedient with scholarly pursuits she played the lute with fingers of nimble quick
Her Father’s heart she knew well her place she be
Looking with eyes of wonder she progressively say we evolve the world and sigh yes happily
Nimble quick she graciously bespeak praise to all and contributor of her time with remarkable tolerance
Loving with loyalty she stands with her husband through all
By
Felicia McCaw
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