Miss Holmes Poem by Randy McClave

I will not be repetitive
But, every woman was born a detective,
From the first time that she put on her shoes
She was then out searching for clues.
She has a memory like a clock
With it's every movement and every tick tock,
Incidents and mishaps that happened decades ago
She will always remember and know.
She is indeed the greatest sleuth
When she searches for the entire truth,
Unto her nothing can ever be hidden
The truth, the lies, or even pins or a ribbon.
She will never leave a stone unturned
Unto her the truth is never forgotten or unlearned,
And even if it takes her a lifetime
She will find out the truth and will remember the crime.
She has the eyesight of an Eagle
When she thinks or knows of something being done is sinful or Illegal,
And she has the hearing of a bat
With whispers in the darkness she knows where the secrets are at.
And when the truth is finally revealed and announced
Like a hungry tiger she will have pounced,
And like a victorious ape banging its chest
She will only then put the case to rest.

Randy L. McClave