What a Woman
She sits working on what’s probably astronomy,
her messy bun atop her head like a crown for a queen,
while the sun, the very star she studies, shines on her - my star.
What a woman - I tell her, borrowing that
voice she does that has the perfect amount of grit
and energy that lights up my world.
As she gives her little laugh, sweeter than honey -
my honey, makes me realize just how lucky
our tiny little rock of Earth is to have such a bright star,
a warm, caring, and kind star that without fail
brightens that tiny little rock of Earth.
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