Pretty Darned Smart
She was quiet and shy, a naive little thing
An invisible girl, a puppet on a string
Sleepwalking through life
No big plans, goals, or dreams
She didn't feel special, or pretty, or smart
But when she was alone, she would sing from her heart
Her voice was pleasant, but no one ever knew
And neither did she, she hadn't a clue
She had two older sisters, and they all shared a room
With bunk beds, in a room, that was designed just for two
As the youngest of three, she'd no bed of her own
Yes it's true, though not fair, what's a little sister to do
But....In this rectangular two-sister-bedroom's far corner
Was the door to a storage room, just the right size for one boarder
Where an old metal bed, abandoned by older brother
Held hand-me-down-clothing, that first was one's, then another's
The best part of all, was the old pink-painted wardrobe
The bed tarnished and rusty, wardrobe mirrors smudged and quite dusty
She buffed out a circle in the mirror, and saw her reflection
Inspired, she asked Mother, who had no objection
Staking claim on this space, she started to clean
A large job for a small girl, not quite yet a preteen
She moved boxes and mopped, and she sang as she cleaned
Semi-done, the bed, windows, wardrobe mirrors, fairly gleamed
She washed curtains, re-hung them, tied them back with some string
Put on line-dried fresh bed linens and a grandma-made bed quilt
Looked around, very pleased with her own room she had(kind of) built
Glimpsed herself in the mirror of wardrobe ancient and pink
Found her reflection delightful, her self-esteem to rethink
She'd made a plan, had worked hard, and achieved her objective
She felt pretty darned smart, and in her heart, quietly festive
Sunshine danced through her room, dust specks waltzing in sunbeams
She began to twirl in her own sunlight, and to sing out her dreams
poem by DonnaJ York
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