My Goddess Real

So no nonsense common-sensical,
So very practical and real,
Is she, dear one identical
With my goddess of ideal.

She sits no tottering pedestal
O’er the worldly things below,
But wades right in through waves’ appall
And tells them where to go.

The everyday, the commonplace,
With hard-core competence
She handles with serenest grace.
Which flows from her good sense.

The tiresome chore—like mopping floor—
She kills efficiently;
Then, late at night, in love’s sweet flight,
My goddess pens more poetry!

So no nonsense common-sensical,
So very practical and real,
Is she, dear one identical
With my goddess of ideal!

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