She just has that presence that makes everything as
cozy as one of Grandma’s homemade sweaters,
That aura of golden light that
makes the sunflowers bloom and the frowns turn upside down,
That confidence that makes the most theatrical people
Want to hide behind a curtain,
That natural sense of humor that makes the asthmatics around her
Bust a lung from bellowing laughter,
That sensible selflessness that makes knights in shining armor as
Vain as their damsels in distress,
That humble wit, that serious sass,
That unfound optimism, and that skilled listening ear
That lights your world in catastrophic flames
When she decides to hate your guts
