She Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)

One day a child was born with a face of an angel and the arms that would keep you ever so warm with her eyes that could touch the deepest part of ones soul.


The name for the worlds too see would be she; named after great people from China to Japan, seven seas wide and many islands in between.


She has the beauty of an Easter lily, Sweet to the sense, soft to the touch and was born with a face like an angel;
the arms too keep you ever so warm.


Like the lily that blows freely in the wind she would be the same.

She touches my heart as if I am surrounded in this garden of lily's and as the wind blows it calls out her name “she she she”.