A Poultry Princess Poem :)

I’m a fan of sparkles

and a bit of a reader

I can fix broken water lines

and the occasional feeder

the last time I cried was at my nephew’s wedding

and often I worry about pounds I’m not shedding

I misplace my phone, my purse, and my keys

and often get made fun of for my delicate sneeze

I sing louder than I should… I hope you don’t care

and I KNOW I’m not fooling ANYONE with this color of hair

I once swung a stick at a man and chased him off my farm

and screamed IT’S A GOOD THING I KNOW JESUS OR I’D DO YOU SOME HARM

I love Nutella and Clint, just not in that order

and in about half a second, I could be a book hoarder

the Pledge of Allegiance can reduce me to tears

and I’m troubled at time by dark, unnamed fears

I miss my kids being home, the fun and the loud

but I love who they married and can’t help but be proud

I’m a protector of turtles, and snakes, and baby birds fallen from trees

and I spend hours outside and don’t put sunscreen on me

I check cows, I check chickens, I write checks to pay bills

and I ponder with fondness my childhood in the hills

I despise drama mama-s and sinister sisters

I’ll plant a garden and hoe it and raise nothing but blisters

I got God, I’ve got Clint, my kids, my church and  my friends

and stories to tell that never seem to end

I love to be comfy and friendly and laughing and hate tenseness

and this is all a big part of being a proud Poultry Princess