Rouged cheeks, legs crossed
Green and glistening; like a salad
Pinkies skyward, florally citrus abides,
I can still smell the cigarette on her- I know that she hides.
Leaning in…excitement grows;
“I’m pregnant mom, do you like the name Rose?”
“I thought marriage, maybe- weddings are nice?”
I can see her coping face;
Yep- here come fairy tale mice……
A storybook mouse, his jet engine revs,
Or is that the scooping air of tea being sipped?
“If you’re going to sew- honey-don’t just sew what is ripped!”
I carefully stretch my words, my whiniest voice “you were my good child?”
I mock her…..then hollow Silence.
“I am VERY glad you’re you.”
“I almost forgot,” she says “I’ve a secret too.”
“I did it…-I CAN’T show you, I got a tattoo!”
Smiles abound “Today I’ll be the mom,” or tomorrow “she quipped”
….Yes it’s cheesy and forced, a Hallmark Too doo,
But it is fun, Mother’s Day, “we’re proper ladies, acting;” lips pursed
“ if Dad doesn’t like it, well whoop dee doo!”
“Poise with grace like a mom- when you tell him-let’s not kid, he’s lucky he stayed,”
Like a synchronized swimmer, we’re all on display?
“Keep smiling, keep nodding, “keep birthing? “ew….?
embossed metal tongs like a stork
deliver a cube of sugar to my tea,
Plunk, a poetic splash, like a mother, she puts one in my cup too
“Remember dear, FORGIVENESS is motherhood glue.”