A Country Girl's Writing

Dedicated to My two year old sister, and all other children of the age of two.  Though I seem innocent  I'm very much not;  I'm the troublesome two And I have a plot.  You may know it  Or you might not, It doesn't really matter to me.  The house I've trash In less than an hour. You'll tare your hair out Before the day runs out.  My smile you can almost never resist. My cuteness is what I rely on To get away with the terrible  Messes I've made.  I get into everything  High or low.  I make things up,  And talk up a storm. I'm the troublesome two A nightmarish dream. By Evelyn Creon

  This poem was inspired by my wonderful oldest sister. The title is in Hawaiian. I Ko'u Kaikuwahine Katrina  Long brown locks fall down your back.  Deep brown eyes near your crown. Lips that have a hint of pink.  Cheeks that blush like a beet.  Quite and shy you can be; Never really very loud.   Most of the time you stand by  Watching everyone 'round.  Observing the most tragic  Things that happen in life.  Never really intrigued  In the more lively parts.  Creative and inspiring, Full of amazing ideas. Though many may not survive. The ones that do strive. You are this, never change that.  Unique in every form. Even though it is tiring:  I love you for who you are.  By Evelyn Creon