TRIBUTE TO LADY OLEBILE FROM HER SERVANT

Quite and tranquil even when in disquiet
Calm though not cold, stern like twilight
Lady Olebile seemed like seams of  silence
Yet therein, beneath she bequethed resilience

To serve Lady Olebile was to surf in placid waves
She talked in tender tones even to nasty knaves
As I grew to brew my own brand of whom she addressed
I every time discovered such a cozy cover of  redress

Soft spoken her voice to us servants soothed us into service
For none left nothing undone to harm her with disservice
Every son's mother and every daughter's mother plus a friend
Soon we were good readers of her traits for which we got treats

I recall no absence of mirth when around her maternal spread
She never tried to be good but made good and that was our bread
We flew planes and drove cars, walked paths and lived lives
Never afraid of tongue lashes or cracking whips with soul hives

All I want to remember is what I recall and it all seems so calm
Her deamenour that assured and built for us nets of zero harm
As we served the lady who became Lady Olebile and remained so
I bid her good repose with regret that all these i never told her so

Goodbye Lady Olebile!
You were our lady too....

Personal tribute from your former servant: Andrew Sesinyi
May 21, 2013