̶ After J. L. Storie
Remembering the joys of motherhood –
Putting on pajamas, picking up clothes,
Brushing teeth, bedtime drink of water.
They’re on a sugar high, giggles, night
Time hassles, hamming it up, stories –
Grade school delirium and horseplay.
Two little girls about to fall asleep, but
Full of joy and a day’s activities to tell
Whoever will listen – important stories.
Even boys are part of the drama – love,
Marriage, movies, lords and ladies –
The stuff girls talk about with grandma.
Breakfast time comes soon, and planning
For the day begins – rain prevents going
For a swim – let’s pretend suffices.
Building forts using blankets and pillows,
Playing doctor with grandma’s cat – its
Willingness to play in doubt.
Imagination is soon drained, and real
Play intercedes – grandma’s dresser the
Home of props for growing up.
Jewelry, half-slip, ******* socks stuffed
In bra to simulate ******* – dress-up is
Fun, but like in all games, interest wanes.
The sun comes out, and two young
“Aquabats” squeal with delight –
Grandma is coaxed into water-sliding.
Three female bodies slide quickly into
A few feet of water and dog paddle
To nearby poolside safety.
Grandma is reminded of her days – fifty
Years ago – when she and her own sister
Played at Esther Williams swim routines.
These dances, which enliven, rejuvenate,
And bond – stories of family evolution –
Bring treasured hours of utter joy.
© Lewis Bosworth, 4/2018
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
̶ After J. L. Storie
Remembering the joys of motherhood –
Putting on pajamas, picking up clothes,
Brushing teeth, bedtime drink of water.
They’re on a sugar high, giggles, night
Time hassles, hamming it up, stories –
Grade school delirium and horseplay.
Two little girls about to fall asleep, but
Full of joy and a day’s activities to tell
Whoever will listen – important stories.
Even boys are part of the drama – love,
Marriage, movies, lords and ladies –
The stuff girls talk about with grandma.
Breakfast time comes soon, and planning
For the day begins – rain prevents going
For a swim – let’s pretend suffices.
Building forts using blankets and pillows,
Playing doctor with grandma’s cat – its
Willingness to play in doubt.
Imagination is soon drained, and real
Play intercedes – grandma’s dresser the
Home of props for growing up.
Jewelry, half-slip, ******* socks stuffed
In bra to simulate ******* – dress-up is
Fun, but like in all games, interest wanes.
The sun comes out, and two young
“Aquabats” squeal with delight –
Grandma is coaxed into water-sliding.
Three female bodies slide quickly into
A few feet of water and dog paddle
To nearby poolside safety.
Grandma is reminded of her days – fifty
Years ago – when she and her own sister
Played at Esther Williams swim routines.
These dances, which enliven, rejuvenate,
And bond – stories of family evolution –
Bring treasured hours of utter joy.
© Lewis Bosworth, 4/2018
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