Her picture shone out from my screen 

The vulnerable poetic queen 

Who tells some of the things she\'s seen 

And keeps the rest inside 


She\'ll tell us of her hope and fear 

Look closer if you want to hear 

The stormy winds of yesteryear 

Are what she keeps inside 


She won her share of bloody fights 

Long working days and lonely nights 

When trying to put the world to rights 

She has no need to hide


Her words dance on a floor of hurt 

The venue from her playful flirt 

The children pulling at her skirt 

Keep filling her with pride 


She touches all who pass her way 

Hung up on every word she\'ll say 

I can\'t wait for her next foray 

Into her hearts delights