Weathered in Perfection



“Cinderella fairy lies and
Sleeping beauty poppy ****,”
She was never hesitant to ruin
The imagination of a faultless child
She, with four lines nesting above her brow
Brusque words caked upon her cheeks
In which she stored animosity and rage.
Crinkly lines of despair rested somewhere
Near her mouth, where frowns were often found
Screaming at the contentment in a stranger’s soul

She was battered by “death,”
Another name she gave to her husband
Years of porcelain affections
Shattered beyond repair
Her heart was frozen solid
The fluidity of her bitterness
Ran like The Mississippi River

She was pure in her hate for him
Until ten thousand smiles
Erupted from her face
Upon the news of his
Unpredictable death
71 yrs of marriage
Perfected in unhappiness
Would lead to her inevitable
Engagement to life