All day long, she works. And waits. She loves, of course. At times, she hates. She does remember Those good old days And plans her future In many ways. She thinks, she writes. She runs, she paints. She bears, she fights, She's calm like saints. Survive the world- She can, she must. She leaves her doubters Biting dust. She also frets, Worries surround her Yet there's this august air around her A bundle of contradictions, She is. Strong, without restrictions She lives.