Ways She Is Poem by Alan Gilbert

As child, she comes with impish grin
And teases me at start of day
Then reaching, takes me by the hand
Urging me to come and play
To run through fields on summer days
Or chase the butterflies that dance
Then search for fairies in the wood
Who shy away from human glance

As girl, she comes at night to me
With flashing eyes and winning smile
Then coyly turns to me and asks
If I will stay with her a while.
At times she takes me to her room
And shows me pictures of her dreams
Moons and stars from mystic worlds
That shine in vivid reds and greens

As woman, ever close to me
Tells me she will always stay
Knows the words I love to hear
And sings them to me every day
She reads me verses from her heart
That speak of things a poet should
And every day she teaches things
I knew, but never understood