A short poem about the wonderful Cory Cook, who walked into our life to give it order and who has become a friend in a million. For heaven’s sake, do yourself a favour and check her website out! This woman isn’t just a Superwoman in “house doctoring” she is an Ironwoman!

imagesShe swooped into our lives via a 450 bus,
Not through the air hanging from an umbrella.
She took over the stage with minimum fuss,
Our Poppins, yes our “Cinderella”.
She carried a bag full of marvellous things,
And here’s the wickedly real paradox,
She used stickers and labels and scissors and strings,
And sorted my previous life into a box.
For her this is fun, it’s what makes her pulse race,
This sorting, recycling and throwing,
When she’s done there is order and logic and SPACE,
All this and she’s pos’tively glowing.
So yes, I’ve been sorted, decluttered,
All my excesses Ms Cook overcame,
The first words that she should have uttered,
Was “I’m a Poppins! To me this job is a game!”
But this isn’t all to the marv’lous Ms Cook,
Her qualities know no obvious end,
She’s charming, efficient, has a sunny outlook,
Above all, she’s a very good friend.

[ http://www.corycook.com ]