The way your wavy hair

The way your wavy hair float down to your shoulder,

Always in place every single threat,

Nicely turned out.

Your gentle smile breaking any ice,

Just there to makes us feel warm and secure,

To announce your arrival.

Your passion for the ukulele,

Resembles your support for the underclass,

The forgotten and the left behind

You look safe and strong and stable,

Know your own mind

And in your modesty and sweetness

Find your way around the world in which you are.

Living in a world of hope and joy and soon

Enough we find what we need and the way we see it

And what you decide is often the way forward.

There is a strength in that gentle, retirement,

A strength that will pull you through

And make you each day more who you are and who you are meant to be