KTJ
She is lady, mother to few
A friend of mine and maybe you
Her pen strikes gold upon her pages
Fire and ice and love that rages
Poetess, she who soars on high
Her work will bring grown men to sigh
Passion burns and sears its fate
On many writes, written to date
Her visits always leave their mark
Creating reasons to write and spark
Another one by many here
Including me when she appears
Respected writer but more than this
She is woman and someones bliss
For I can feel no one can miss
What she writes of, poems all kissed
Her style her own as is her heart
Of one new friend, of one apart
Distinct, unique that gave me cause
To give her thanks, my just because
To KTJ , with love and repsect to a Poetic Sister
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