Elizabet, I would bet
money on without dread
will write great tomes going where
not even Shakespeare has tread.
Elizabet has apple cheeks,
that shine when boys walk by,
but with a quiet dignity, she gives
a downcast eye.
One thinks she hardly sees their love,
but through her brain it races, and out her
fingers, onto the page though
many letters, displaces.
When you read her books and stories
which will dazzle you into the night,
only she and I will know
the pain it took to spell right.
CLR 2011