Young but wise she writes and so appears
To be much older in thoughts she steers
Her readers to beyond dimensions
In realms all filled by her affections
Though unknown to this poor writer
She's grand in scope, in life a fighter
Fearless yet meek, lover of the arts
Unique, a pearl of mothers heart
At five feet one a feisty teen
Don't press your luck she could get mean
You see her life has had it's share
Of ups and downs and dramas bared
Her future held by precious hands
Hands her own, she will command
Who and what she will let in
Into her world and heart they'll win
Friends she has but closer are
The kind with fur, feathers these stars
That walk or fly, that swim upon
Faithful true friends she'll say bar none
What could we write that will tell all
All of Ash, or B some call
Best friend, daughter, young lady we draw
Ashley, poet, one day, Attorney at Law
