For Kathy on her 27th Birthday

By Sean McMains

She dances in the kitchen's light,
Most fair of beauties given me;
Goes on to sketch a picture bright
With hope of One Day's crystal sea.

She hews from youth's misshapen stone
Fair forms of children, eager-eyed,
And writes the play in flesh and bone
Of years devoted, years denied.

Her poetry: from chaos, form;
A home made up of verse and rhyme
Well-kept with artful fingers, warm
With creativity and time.

Yet most remarkable of all
Her artist's brush transforms my soul.
A model full of spite and gall --
She paints it, yet, as beautiful.

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