there once was a time,
when her face was unlined.
her hands,unseamed
and uncalloused.
her eyes, bright and unclouded.
her ******* perky and full.
her back straight,
her stomach, tight and naturally, slightly concave.
and she had legs, that turned heads and a walk,
that created many,
a wolf whistle.
but then,
she had a life,
left her youth behind,
married,
badly, as time would tell.
had four children,
watched one die.
discovered,
she had married,
a selfish, gamblin man.
got a job
and then a second,
just, to feed her clan.
watched the love die.
then, watched him leave
with a resigned ,
yet a relieved sigh.
raised,
two rambunctious boys
and a sickly, stubborn girl.
then, watched them leave.
launched them,
succesfully,
into the world...
now, the years,
have gone, bye the bye.
and with,aching back and teary eyes, she shuffles on
toward her demise.
with the memory of
times long gone,
and the echoes
of wolf-whistling guys,
legs long and lean
and her unlined face
with, eye catching smile.
giving her a sense of
inner grace....
that plays upon
her lined and crumpled face.
as she relives her youth
in her memories
as she finds that wonderous place, when once she was young.....and oh so beautiful.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
there once was a time,
when her face was unlined.
her hands,unseamed
and uncalloused.
her eyes, bright and unclouded.
her ******* perky and full.
her back straight,
her stomach, tight and naturally, slightly concave.
and she had legs, that turned heads and a walk,
that created many,
a wolf whistle.
but then,
she had a life,
left her youth behind,
married,
badly, as time would tell.
had four children,
watched one die.
discovered,
she had married,
a selfish, gamblin man.
got a job
and then a second,
just, to feed her clan.
watched the love die.
then, watched him leave
with a resigned ,
yet a relieved sigh.
raised,
two rambunctious boys
and a sickly, stubborn girl.
then, watched them leave.
launched them,
succesfully,
into the world...
now, the years,
have gone, bye the bye.
and with,aching back and teary eyes, she shuffles on
toward her demise.
with the memory of
times long gone,
and the echoes
of wolf-whistling guys,
legs long and lean
and her unlined face
with, eye catching smile.
giving her a sense of
inner grace....
that plays upon
her lined and crumpled face.
as she relives her youth
in her memories
as she finds that wonderous place, when once she was young.....and oh so beautiful.
the many strands of my my mothers beauty now
lies intertwined.......
in the visage of her face.
but she lives more and more
in her memories of a carefree youth....
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