Island Girl

A tribute to our own Charmaine Chircop. Well past due and definitely well deserved the sky she sees is beautiful the sun appears at her command yet no sorceress is she storms vanish because she wills it blue skies and puffy whites adorn her she is a poetic princess a lover of soft words she frolics in lavender fields by day and dreams of sweet jasmine at night from her window she spies a crofter's moon before long she's far away lost in sweet reverie wishing for... she smiles as a warm zephyr tousles her hair a sandy beach, her home away from home the sea is her haven, her docile domain where loneliness no longer taunts where pig-tailed little girls build sand castles where angels sing lilting lullabies after midnight and stars of heaven bow at her graceful presence she once asked: would you still love me if I wasn't a poet? a symphony of souls responded with a resounding YES yet, without her poetry the world would be a little colder a little harsher, a little more hopeless and for a certainty, less romantic so here's to our island girl, our maltese poetess may she find the happiness of her dreams and may her golden pen never cease spilling precious ink forever delighting appreciative, loving hearts