When I
first heard about her
I thought it was a myth or fable
Her shine was pure crystal
and it shone from the middle
The best lessons taught
from her true mother and father
The thinking they did
helped make the sweetest little daughter
Graced with eternal youth
and a voice from the heavens
If she were a gambling woman
it would be coming up all sevens
Some cannot see
and some may misunderstand
It’s her heart of gold
why I give her such a hand
The feathers of a swan
and at her feet
little ducklings to behold
Sometimes people
are more than blind
Through actions we are told
And the best lessons she had
that she gave me
was that I always can choose
Which way to seek
and how to help the meek
from my friend Mama Goose
Leo Atreides