Yolanda Poem by Christina Simmons

4th October 1998







Yolanda, is her name no one like her, she is so very unique,
There she goes, looking delicately and gracefully like a swan,
I do declare to think why that is

Physically fit she is, jumps around like a YO-YO
Beats all her classmates at netball, even her dad
Although a composer she aims to be, Music is her theme
Reminding me of her old man

She can tune into all the latest rappers
She can swing with the singers when they sing
their latest songs - making it a joy to hear

Her mother taught her that; imitating the sound of a ringing phone
Smiling away as she does it: such heavenly rhythm
She maybe smug and deliriously delectable,
Like all young girlie adolescent.

Though she has this demure look about her,
football She knows, and Ryan Giggs is her player
She can have a conversation on:
Manchester United, as well as Foxy Brown

Her pops taught her that: how to move with the best of them
Proud of her I am her mother a butterfly flowing freely
Her dad is the peacock, appears regal and sound,
That explains reasons behind development - etiquette perfection






















Christina Simmons