Ruffles from her girlish days, 
have given way to womanly ways.
Life's stuff is sometimes tough 
ridges on her ruffled cuff.
With her eyes ablaze 
determined, she's never in a haze. 
Sometimes she thinks of the good ol' days.
Hand on hip 
never losing grip 
a cut on her fingertip.
Charm and grace
hair in place
eyebrows en-lace a pretty face. 
Lips perched, she will assert. 
Ruffles and Ridges
on the cuff of her shirt!                
 
                    Well conceived and elegantly crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. A beautiful creation embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.
Wow thank you for your kind words. I am still a rookie and your words inspire!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Keep being creative it’s a gift ✖️
I still love this. I always think of you when I read it. It still applies and I think of it as an infinite poem as it always will remain true. I miss you my friend. 💞
Thank you very much Savannah!