Thursday, October 8, 2009

Shakespearean Sonnet

Mary Ilene

Silver hair that gracefully frames her face
Gold glasses perched on the tip of her nose
Eyes that gleam with happiness everyplace
A welcoming home that will never close
And smiles so warm, spread like wildfire
Contagious laughter that fills the room

Never let down, not by problems so dire
Won't get upset by any type of doom

She will lift you up whenever you're down
She'll always care for you if you fall ill
She'll never let smiles turn to a frown
If your glass is warm, your drink she will chill
She's always helpful and lends you her ears
And she will raise your hopes and quell your fears

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