Good Advice on the Road to Life
Once upon an early time, too far back to matter,
Doris Gladiola was taught by a great tatter.
This tatter was her great aunt or cousin twice removed.
Mayhap she wasn’t even kin, but tatting skill she proved
showing thousands of lace cloths one after the other
and telling younger Doris that the same skills had her mother.
Now, Doris Gladiola did love her mother dear
but intricate tatting skills were not hers, she did fear.
Her mother had such small hands; her eyesight never dimmed.
And Doris G’s apparent skills left fingernails dirt-rimmed.
She’d rather be out wandering, looking for wildflowers,
finding weeds and tallest vines and colors in the bowers.
The tatter/great-aunt/cousin, with also tiny hands,
tactfully told Mother Doris never would command
the necessary tatting skills – better let her stroll,
gather all her flowers, sitting still would take its toll.
Gratefully, this one time, her family abided
with the clear-eyed wise advice helpfully confided.
Lucky Doris Gladiola roamed the countryside
and then in her younger days developed awesome pride
in naming all the flowers, all the grasses, all the trees.
Ev’ry single lively one had color, if you please.
So, now in her aging years, Doris has perfected
artful outdoor colored life, cheerfully-elected.
Say whatever you may want – Doris bends the rules.
She lives exactly her own life, thinks she’s super-cool.
As long as she remembers this, her happiness gets fatter,
even if her fate is not nature-loving tatter.