Down on the green fleece jacket,
The one with piping white
(Like emeralds, green the jacket)
Her hair, coal black like night.

The golden heart suspended
And chain about her neck
Spend the hours close to her--
In heaven, I expect.

The hairnet worn professional
A trend for fashion sets
When all beneath beguiles the eye
A crown on her it rests.

One time I watched her hard at work
A brisk and steady pace,
Dressed in black from head to toe
A stern, determined face.

Sometimes I want to know her more--
Beyond what I can see--
But maybe that would alter
How she makes things look to me.