my mother used to mow our lawn
in her bikini -bandeau top-
black with pink polka dots,
and black shades.
her toned olive skin covered in sweat
that dripped down to her
lime green, grass stained mowin' shoes.
grass clippings stuck to her sweaty legs
that walked to the porch
so she could stand in the shade a second
and swig sweet tea.
maybe stare at the house across the street.
at least twice that i know of
mom gathered up some of my sister and i's
clothes and toys, then asked a friend for
some of the same from her two little boys.
she cinched all the gifts together one night
for that family across the street
who had a lot of kids and pets
and not enough to eat~
this doesn't feel done, but oh well. i'm impatient. :)