She is human…

She is human, and she’s a dancer

Her hands are gentle; her body’s strong

She’ll flex, jump and fly through the air

To show you her intent

She’s fierce and she’s tough

But also she’s kind when you’re wrong

 

She is human, and she’s a writer

Her brain’s delightful; her mind is fun

She’ll craft worlds of perfection

For you to indulge in and play

She’ll immerse you in visuals;

Amaze you with stories she’s spun

 

She is human, and she’s a wonder

Her soul is vital; her heart is kind

She’ll love you and leave you

With all of the words she discovers

To encourage and nurture: she’s brave

And always speaks her mind

 

 

A small (but perfectly formed?) poem for Mandi, on her birthday. Because.