My Victoria I (Dedicated To Dr. V. A. - Probe Journey) Poem by Maymay Marie

Her smiles were the signaled to a joke and a serious talk,
She was the hero of the ink structure before we followed,
A reminder to walk straight in the dim light pages,
The ivory to play in the music folks sang.

She was my queen in the leaves,
Giving order what the main dish must contained,
Her wits caressed the roads I faced,
She stood straight with eyes glittering.

Assiduously she cared for my every step,
To finish the journey she exclaimed,
A husband was my end,
She was my Victoria I.

She had a smile that talked the mountains, hills and valleys,
Her crown was her hair that shone endlessly,
Made everyone laughed, earased the dark spots,
In pages, she was the queen.

Her crown and scepter she wore every meeting,
Her voice was a reminder to get rid of curbs,
Needed to make them straight in time,
She was the queen, My Victoria I.