Plain Jane is not so plain,

her smile can stop the wildest rain,

quick of wit and sharp of mind,

a funnier woman you will not find.


She speaks about herself so low,

of her greatness she does not know,

she thinks that she is just Jane, plain,

doomed to lead a life of pain.


Her eyes twinkle as they impart,

the bountiful love found in her heart,

I wish that she could know this true,

how special she is through and through.


For me she is a shining star,

glowing brightly from a far,

exuding love from head to feet,

in knowing her I feel complete.


By: Beverly Beekmans

You never have been and never will be just a plain Jane to me, thank you for your support, friendship and sisterly love.