The fun loving chameleon.
I knew a woman akin to a chameleon.
Not in a hiding way, that slow moving, or a wicked tongue way
More, a never the need to change things, or prey way
More of a blending in, and reassuring way
Always giving it colour, the fun way
She could adapt, and give what was apt, and people liked that.
She could change moods with us young dudes, removing moody blues, while singing tunes
She could be anything I wanted, would side with me, never to be unwanted
It was my Mums way…
© kjs68 2023
I liked this, it spoke to me; and my only critique would be – maybe some punctuation? (yes he’s at it again folks!). And, should it read ‘people liked that’ in line six? But such minor quibbles aside – an enjoyable poem.
Thank you for the read.
Still learning, I tend to dribble in code. Thank you for the typo, for the life of me, not sure why I did not see that.
Will polish over time and points taken.
I forgot to add – the ending makes it for me.