My Young Guest Poem by Ronald Strickland

Young and beautiful in her bright evening gown
with hair the color of the dandelion,
with eyes so green peaceful and kind.
A friendly smile that gave me ease
in time..

With the children's toys she would play,

In the kitchen, stairs and hall's
she would appear the most
to see.

A song your cheating heart must of been
her favorite song. as i hear it muffle
though the wall's.

Host or guess i may never know,
From this life she has gone.

Her presents here doesn't bother me at all.