Christina Simmons

Gold Star - 6,793 Points (20/4/61 / St Lucia, Caribbean.)

Yolanda - Poem by Christina Simmons

4th October 1998

Yolanda, is her name no one like her, she is so very unique,
There she goes, looking delicately and gracefully like a swan,
I do declare to think why that is

Physically fit she is, jumps around like a YO-YO
Beats all her classmates at netball, even her dad
Although a composer she aims to be, Music is her theme
Reminding me of her old man

She can tune into all the latest rappers
She can swing with the singers when they sing
their latest songs - making it a joy to hear

Her mother taught her that; imitating the sound of a ringing phone
Smiling away as she does it: such heavenly rhythm
She maybe smug and deliriously delectable,
Like all young girlie adolescent.

Though she has this demure look about her,
football She knows, and Ryan Giggs is her player
She can have a conversation on:
Manchester United, as well as Foxy Brown

Her pops taught her that: how to move with the best of them
Proud of her I am her mother a butterfly flowing freely
Her dad is the peacock, appears regal and sound,
That explains reasons behind development - etiquette perfection

Christina Simmons

Topic(s) of this poem: daughter

Form: Acrostic

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is dedicated to my second daughter of whom I'm so very proud of. She has done so very well. Despite her growing-up environment - managed a complete overturn. Named her that cause someone I had met at work had that name, and really liked being in her company: so when I gave birth to her she was called by that name; although she looks like this acquaintance, has drive and ambition like Foxy Brown.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 17, 2016

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