I’m an elite extractor
of burrs from blue jeans,
bugs from beet greens,
boo-boos, by all means.
Banquets from Black Beans

With fancies unlimited, I:
transform porridge to potage,
crumbled crayons to collage,
menage melee to mirage…
Creative camouflage!

All in a day I produce:
lessons that burn a flame bright,
a feast to diaphanous light,
with music that sets the soul right,
(…if I had good sleep last night.)

I’m an elaborate enjoyer:
of lingering laughter and love,
of affections set on things above,
of being for God’s hand a glove,
of being content with enough.

I am an everyday lady:
who balances love on a limb,
with cares and commitments and whim,
sharing my selections with Him,
who makes my own lights seem dim.

I am child and a mother,
a sister, a wife, and a friend,
with no reason or rhyme to pretend
I’m not watchful for some sudden end
to all of this love that I tend.

I’m an extracting and fanciful,
unlimited, resourceful,
thoughtful, not thorough,
creative chiaroscuro
with lace in the bureau
for tonight!