My hair is straight like table legs (Love Poem)

There are many joys of motherhood that I could never have predicted.

Joycie, age 6, waiting for the Hillary team to come in from the expedition

Mom
Her hair is straight like
table legs,
Her eyes are like leaves in summer,
Her smile is curled up,
Her skin is soft like
dirty warm snow,
She smells like perfume,
Her skin has freckles all around.
Her hands have lots of vines [veins]
Her teeth are very straight.
I love my Mom because she helps me.
-Joyce

The team comes in.  I've never seen Oak more spent.