Nancy L. Meek
WHAT YOU DO IS WHAT MATTERS
I’ve seen your teeth, heard your roar,
when mischief makers draw near the door,
So, I would say you’re quite the tiger, dear,
exposing their flaws as they shake with fear.
I’ve also seen your snow white wings
come swooping in with peaceful things,
like love, respect and gratitude,
and a brief c’est la vie type attitude.
Despite the pains you bear each day,
you somehow seem to find a way,
with an inner strength I quite admire,
to rise each dawn and light the fire,
feed the tiger and stroke the dove,
then scribble poems to those you love.
©Copyright September 21, 2005 by Nancy L. Meek
This poem is a response to “Who Would Be Me?” – ©Copyright September 22, 2005 by Colin F. Jones. Webmaster’s Note: The International Date Line accounts for the apparent date inconsistency