SHE FORGOT TO WRITE HER NAME
She was in a rush, at least walking fast.
I thought she might walk on past,
But she didn’t.
She became intrigued by what I was asking.
Asking questions about what her friends knew,
And when they knew it, sort of presidential questions.
“Who are you, and why are you questioning them?” she asked.
“It’s a fun way of finding out more information about friends,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked, evidently not convinced.
“Put down ten questions about yourself with answers,” I said.
“Everybody has secrets, more than what you read.”
She was convinced suddenly, and her questions flowed like water in a stream,
Tumbling one after another, as in a rapidly growing dream.
“I want to see what you see when you talk about me.”
Then she blurted, “I want you to make a poem about me!”
In case you are ready to assign blame,
Debbie is her name. Also known as ‘LIL Debbie.
She loves being a grandma with nine kids,
And loves her own three children, if you should ask.
She loves to travel, evidently enjoying the company of others,
Every day she does extra things that make people smile,
whether it’s a friend, a patient or a stranger.
She’s married and she loves the food her husband cooks.
Debbie is a shopper extraordinaire, using coupons to have fun
But still stay on a budget.
Debbie was a single mom with three children and three jobs
For many years. That kept her strong through the years of tears.
Debbie might ask anyone some questions, as I found out.
She wants answers that don’t leave any doubts.
She had to scramble to keep up with her kids,
And she learned to be a multitasker in order to cope.
Debbie is an optimist with lots of hope.
If you want more information look for her smile,
Then sit her right down and chat for a while.
chope,years of tears,chat, June 24, 2017