Someone New

There was a lady I remember at the age of nine. Her voice was angelic but her soul was devine. She sang and made things pause while she wrote a new line. For she wrote the hardest poetry the one that rhymes.

She was so pleasant, understanding and always a good listener. She was was equal to the task for being a good planner. The voices of angles singing in the wind.

With her spirit so devine it commanded more than just a grin. Her hands were soft as a rose petal that runs across your face. She often spoke and said," maintain your very own pace".

Her wish was for me to always be true to myself. Then my soul would be  pleased with all of it's wealth. I never saw her sad always so pleasant and kind. So much so that her thoughts would transcend into mine.

She continues on through her life doing her work for she is not done. Her mission was to get me to enjoy earthly miracles as they come. Her idea's are as fresh as the morning dew. How she came about I haven't a clue. Iam just glad she's here and hope she stays until it's time for her to bid me ado.

Khyriyyah Abdus Samad Copyright 2016