On the sill in my writing room stands the Lovely Lady

Full of grace and wisdom she watches me write

Sometimes she dictates the words to a story

The sound of her voice is like crystals gently kissing

Sometimes she laughs at me

Not in a mean way, mind you

She is telling me my mind is wandering

The Lovely Lady was a gift from the students at Copperfield College

They were reading The Garden of Empress Cassia

I wonder if they know how much I treasure her

For she shows me the way forward

And reminds me how far I have come

But most of all she tells me to hush the mind

… and be present