How Much Poem by cheryl davis miller

How much does she comprehend,
it has me in a query.
Sometimes she's here; at times she's not
I'm speaking of Rosemary.

At times she's like a little girl
all childlike, sweet and mild.
Then she can turn just like the wind;
brash and cold and wild.

I've tended her through ups and downs;
some good times and some bad.
Her action's now get on my nerves
she sometimes drive's me mad.

I've thought of leaving here of late;
I don't know what to do.
How much does she comprehend
that's what I'm asking you?

c.d.m.3-29-11