A Laurel For Ludita Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Authority empowers me,
of my pen, and imagery,
a wreath of Laurel for a distinction,
never the eye of Goddess seen,
never the paper has ever written,
Just a simple lyrics of this poem,
To unearth the beauty in you within,
So then I have to begin;

Meet you sometime like a winnow,
Chosen grains from the furrow,
A friend’s list in a few of row,
She recommended and saw you true.

There began the friendship of you,
A soft heart like a pillow
of my sweet dawn for the morrow,
Your principle is an iron
Yet bend to the tears of some,
You and I are women of times,
Easily deceived by friends on line,
Yet we work for them with no wine,
Save the truest friends we have so fine.
My Salute to you my friend,
The imaginary trails of path is clear,
You’re living a legacy of lane to ponder,
Kindness for you is not always been visionary,
It should be a necessity,
In times for the needy.

Have seen your exemplary and invisible acts,
Both for mentors and learners back.
Others find hard to keep tract,
Never find time to subtract,
Yet one wish to destruct,
The fame we build in your rock.

I now empowers myself in motion,
To set my pen laurels for distinction,
To the Math Wizard of no Goddess mention,
Yet goodness crown is hoisted for you,
And true friendship is yours too,
Such AWARDS are forever be yours,
For a woman of unequal signs,
In our heart of solemn silent times,
Your name “ LUDITA” will always rhymes.