When I needed to sell my father's house, one person came to mind                                                                                                                                She had a great reputation and I'd heard that she was kind.

But I had no idea what a gem she would be                                                                                                                                                                Truly a Realtor who took care of me.

Here fierce business sense hid behind a dialect soft                                                                                                                                              Nipped-in mermaid waists, always beautifully coiffed.

My priority, I told her, was to get the house sold,                                                                                                                                                          She listened and delivered, no general more bold.

She helped out my octogenarian stepmom a bunch.                                                                                                                                              Packing up boxes and bringing her lunch.

Funky smells and darkness were sent away                                                                                                                                                                  She brought cleaners and stagers to light the way.

With her excellent eye and effervescent spunk                                                                                                                                                            She changed out light fixtures and banished the junk.

She had clients in mind from the first day we met                                                                                                                                                      Then built the buzz so their appetites could whet.

She tuned the baby grand and hired someone to play it                                                                                                                                                At the grand open house—so we could really slay it.

We had two great cash offers by the end of that day                                                                                                                                                    Chose the better and moved to close without delay.

Then wall crackes revealed that the porch was detaching                                                                                                                                            The alarm system wasn't set up, the roof needed patching!

Where others might have come unglued, Donna navigated with aplomb                                                                                                                      My Realtor in kitten heels, she got the job done!