My Adviser (Dedicated To Dr. F. F. A. - From The Probe Journey) Poem by Maymay Marie

A soft-spoken voice was a song,
That filled in the ceiling to the floor,
In a grandeur hall,
The haven of language throne.

Her words were magic to pull out the weeds,
Inside the cocoon, the hidden right ink came up,
It straightened the text spine back,
And let the pile arranged.

Her cordial demeanor brought the answers,
Hands were extended to see the shows and pages,
Perfection was her assist to talk,
Cheered the heavy shoulders of everyone.

Her time was gold, yet she gave it,
Fulfilled the promise of dreams,
Multifarious skills she worn,
She was My Adviser, The Wisdom of Solomon Book.

The journey was a hard one,
Yet her words were a consoled,
And she painted a thousand words,
Her Masterpiece was my journey.

She was a doctor to cure the stain in pages,
Her advices kept my memories aglow,
She was the Mother of my journey,
She was My Adviser, The Wisdom of Solomon Book.