Genevieve Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

What a very great lady.
She's like the eye of the hurricane,
Like a six foot wide barrier's around her.
She sits behind it in calm and upright dignity
While others twitter and bustle or scowl
Or loll or shake or snore,
Just like it's softly, gently snowing indoors.
I told her she has a beautiful name
Because she has.
She nodded brightly and whispered
That The Master was not very nice today.
She thinks she's the Mona Lisa,
Poses with one hand on the other wrist,
And briefly half smiles every minute or so.
I never tire of looking at her
And to me she's priceless.