A Spitfire Whirlwind
A whirlwind
A force to be reackoned with
A twirly whirly gig-o-ma-jig.
She has so much to show for her efforts.
It is fun to watch her in action.
I see things happening, and I laugh
Knowing she is the cause for a lot of it.
She’s a spitfire, someone says.
I nod.
She’s forever busy, another person adds.
She sure is. Her calendar is full.
Much more full than mine.
And mine is full too.
I was taught by the best.
She is my mother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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