A Valentine Ode to a young girl who grew up right before my very own eyes

There was once a little girl named Evangeline,
Who grew up quietly playing her mandoline.
From a career of the few, the proud, and the pink,
She turned from prancer to the swimmer in the drink.
Though the bodies of those who crash and burn do pile
And her test scores and brown friends make her smile,
I will always remember with heart aglow
The pretty little girl who said, “I know.”
I love you,
Dad