Ruffles from her girlish days,
have given way to womanly ways.
Life's stuff is sometimes tough
ridges on her ruffled cuff.
With her eyes ablaze
determined, she's never in a haze.
Sometimes she thinks of the good ol' days.
Hand on hip
never losing grip
a cut on her fingertip.
Charm and grace
hair in place
eyebrows en-lace a pretty face.
Lips perched, she will assert.
Ruffles and Ridges
on the cuff of her shirt!
Well conceived and elegantly crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. A beautiful creation embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.
Wow thank you for your kind words. I am still a rookie and your words inspire!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep being creative it’s a gift ✖️
I still love this. I always think of you when I read it. It still applies and I think of it as an infinite poem as it always will remain true. I miss you my friend. 💞
Thank you very much Savannah!