Camilas Dream

The Common Dream


On a shiny morning, a special day.
She was born, computer unique, one of a kind,
special package and special mind.
Woman is her name and she is my wife.
She can do everything to perfection.
She is the pride of us all, the pride of her gender.
Multi-talented woman that’s what she is.
Professional, beware when she is around.
What you do hold no secret for her; she can do it better.
No specialty, no sub-specialty; no accomplishment is too great for her.
She was born that way and she isn’t sorry.
Excellence in her field is no longer wanting.
Everything is too simple for her restless mind.
Higher tasks she seeks, for there are no mountains she cannot climb.
New brain cells are born to her, while others are aging
For this computer is constantly changing,
contrary to the norm in Biology.
A wife and mother aren’t negotiable.
She knows it, made it the perfect task.
If someone should ask.
She never shows the pressure that others can hardly bear.
She can be a lawyer, a doctor, an architect,
a carpenter, a mason, a nurse, a barber,
a chef, an adviser, a good cook, a secretary,
an electrician, a mechanic, the list is too long.
She seems unbelievable to everyone.
A diploma she can do without.
By her own standard, it’s a piece of paper.
A license she needs not, for that clever mind to practice.
Always lending a hand to others in need.
For helping always make her day indeed.

author: Joseph Nicolas

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Camilas Dream