That last post was from Hsart...,
For whom poetry is not her art.
But she will try and try again
In order to keep up with us men.
As we are here to listen to her
Summer or winter, as it were.
But she keep relying on the same old things
Like being Mommy and what that brings.
She always has something nice to say
No matter how she really feels that day.
Yes, we can count on a comfort word
Even when no other is ever heard.
So I, for one, am very glad she's here
With her mosquitos and pigmy deer.