“Miss Ratty”
Robert van Oort
As a standing stone in a forest at dawn,
Never moved or even a token forlorn.
Sentinel among the trees
She always sees,
But never questions
Such movement that strangely beckons.
A call or answer,
Ne’er a bother,
For this jewel of motherhood
Whose glory is all faithful and good.
Matron's rosy cheeks sublime,
Ears that flutter in time
With the breeze that catches her lace,
Passing lightly over a face,
Full of love.
For what she glimpses above
Might change over time,
But never this saintly angel, elegant and fine.
© Copyright Robert van Oort, 25 March 2025
Glencoe Park 