Simply Peerless!

For the Guardian of my Library Oasis! Thank you!

By Stanley Collymore

 

You are the epitome of selflessness, consummate

efficiency, exquisite charm, obvious intelligence

and the engaging embodiment of forbearance

pleasantly coupled with and appealingly

communicated in the full awareness

of what your designated and

embarked on duties are

and how best to professionally go about

and implement them; doing so with

the utmost proficiency, greatest

tolerance and a supremely

creative flexibility.

 

Innate qualities of yours that unfailingly and

satisfactorily generate in others a good-

natured and enduring reciprocity,

which stemming from you and

on your part is most skilfully, dexterously,

markedly and crucially, but noticeably

rather sociably as well, executed

with the utmost proficiency

that clearly and positively

stems directly from a

well-intentioned,

understanding

and caring

heart.

 

Undeniably then, and appreciatively and unvaryingly

so, you are unmistakably in a diversity of ways a

truly delightful and fabulous lady whose positive

features aren’t just limited to or merely focused on

functioning as a necessary incentive or stimulus

to professionally reassuring library patrons on

the one hand or on the other serving as the

conducive informative and or edifying

enlightenment of those that seek out

your guidance for whatever reason;

for in your own right you are

without any reservation a

genuinely fascinating

and conspicuously

unforgettable

woman.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

27 July 2015.

 

Author’s Remarks:

Throughout Britain, and England in particular, the standard of education and literacy is falling alarmingly courtesy of the persistent dumbing down of the so-called educational system over a period of decades now, and libraries that should in essence be playing an instrumental role in reversing this trend and even preventing it in the first place are themselves part of the problem; with most library staff across England either not having a clue or simply refusing to even care about what libraries were initially created for.

 

Thankfully in these barren desserts of despondency one can and does occasionally come across an oasis of traditional values that fervently triggers and even optimistically sustains the eternal hope that everything isn’t irrevocably lost. This poem was motivated by and specifically written for the figurative guardian of one such oasis of hope; and to whom I appreciatively confer my deepest gratitude.