Good M

I ask are you as good as my good M?
Do sheep and Shetland ponies make you cry?
And can you greet both friends and strangers like
With coruscating smiles run soul to eye?

At Christmas time do you bestow, with cards,
Well measured gifts on every kin, matched true
To need, and cavil not when they return
Some gaudy tat fit more for them than you?

For when she heedless sings her perfect song,
And stops the world for me, I think on them
Well made in common treasure who yet love
No one near half as true as my good M.