Francine
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Her tablet, her ink,
Her table, her pen,
No tool as important,
As what lies within.

Her timing, her rhyming,
Her ear and her eye,
Her precious poems,
God's lullabies.

Her thought and her mind, 
Her heart and her soul,
All parts combined,
To fulfill her role.

Her passion, compassion,
Bared and revealed,
Her emotion, her love,
Cannot be concealed.

Vulnerable, too, 
Tears on her pad,
With human hurts, 
Sometimes very bad.

Her pain, pushed aside
To take on another's,
With each sacrifice made, 
More love is discovered.

The person, her poem, 
The woman, her words,
Whichever one speaks, 
The other is heard.

There's no separation,
They're one and the same,
A poet - A spirit,
Francine is her name.

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Dedicated to Franny
Requested by Bunny
Written by Ginny

Thank you so much Ginny!!!
Copyright ©Virginia (Ginny Ellis) 2001