Ripples (A Poem for a Friend)

A cheesy mother of two,
The inner child is true to you.

You’re a funny clown,
Painting masterpieces without a frown.

Curiously engaged in her life,
A muse of happiness with inner strife

Breaking perspectives with a foundation brush,
Discovering the world with her self-expression.

Ripples of the past ever-present,
The lioness struts, with strength heaven sent.

Her cubs dance as her canvas,
Contouring their brave shine.

Left on her own; utterly breathless,
Still serendipitously, beautiful and limitless.

Inspiration seeps from her impossible tears,
Defiant yelling, “I don’t give a damn!”

As the waves of the past cascade, 
Her smile transcends it all with her rejoicing kids.