A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses