Your eyes are radiantly sparkling My eyes are wet with tears As I look back through th'ages Remembering special years When Pompa named you 'Pickle' Though 'Dingle' lasted long, With 'Queen' and even 'Spice Girls', You would burst out in song. With Steph & Robyn on roller blades Down our Boulevard, Then you tried on my high heels, But found that rather hard At the cottage on vacation, Enjoying that black tire Did Aunt Roz say you tipped it To dunk me in the mire?
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies