When she was bad she was horrid,
And when she was good she was worse.
She was stubborn, self-willed and stupid,
And determined to have her own way.
I loathed the stories they told me
Of an unfeminine unladylike dame.
Imperious, self opinionated and vain,
And impervious to anyone’s criticism.
So my every delicate tentacle
Was quivering alert to withdraw.
When she began to dominate
I would begin to close up.
But in practise she was joyous,
Kind, cheerful, funny and caring.
She worked all the hours there were
And no one who knew her would change her.
I loved her wide blue eyes,
I loved her warm generous ways.
I loved the funny twist of phrase.
I loved a lady fair, and kind and loving.