Saturday, February 5, 2011

Who’s Older -- Poetry 2011



Ignored by youth
eyes so full of their now
not future sags or bags.
She smiles inwardly…
just because
her frame,
her width,
graying hair
shout old age
doesn’t mean her wit
was wrinkled or worn.
Internally a youngster,
her humor remained as
warped as any adolescent’s;
even her daughter constantly
rolled eyes at mom’s banter.
Don’t forget life’s absurdity
needs a coping mechanism:
laughter works in any situation…
Monty Python continues
to save your mother’s soul
but I worry about when you
grew so old…

2/4/2011

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