Scott Whitby, 2020
Who could make a poem
About a girl so good?
No way to explain her
I can't do it, who could?
What about a song?
Beautiful sounds from strings
With words to match
Can there be such a thing?
But I'll try to make poem
And I hope she'll know
I hope this time I don't fail
My love will show
So here's what I say
About the girl I met
From Memphis to now
I can never forget
She broke our first date
I was a little relieved
Never been so nervous
Too pretty I believed
Soon she was a friend
We saw life's same light
Our past so much in common
This fun? She said "It's alright"
It wasn't long before
We'd be together forever
The others were simple
This love I'd never sever
Got married, moved far away
I worked like there was no end
She did too
But was everyone's best friend
Gave work, me, and friends
More than she had
Then worry it wasn't enough
And seemed to feel bad
She can read a book in a day
Work out and stay up late
Not always eat supper
But put up all the plates
She loves animals
They know her like I
Birds land on her finger
Trust her, so easy why
Raised two daughters
So difficult an endeavor
Pointed them the right way
Even when they were clever
She can steal all the cover
And sleep like a bear
Then kick them all off
Too hot even for underwear
And dance like a black girl
With just water to drink
Likes old country music
As much as animals I think
She can talk to old people
Or someone she just met
And insecure teenagers
Gives them all they can get
What does she want?
A llama, oil well, and a windmill
And give everyone everything
So they'll be fulfilled
She talks to her chickens
More than to me
Probably my fault
Took years to see
Who is she really?
Other than my wife
She's everything and I know
Nothing less than my life
So there is no poem
And no words that can say
What she is to me
Forever and ever, not just today
There's no song either
Notes impossible to play
No melody or rhythm
Pretty enough for my Kay
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