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
Beautiful