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