returning from a school drop
two older gals
walking, striding, smiling
yea, it’s shining
not as brightly as these two powder-fresh sprites
their white Sketchers impossibly polished
like their well-seasoned eyes
almost see facial twinkling from my car
I’ve lowered speed
crawling my Ford tires
slow the rushing axles
beaming at these living cherubs
while I sing along with Sirius ’70’s
wouldn’t you know
you sexy thing
too freakin’ perfect
exuberant I’ve grown while observing these fine ladies
damn, still buckled in
I wanna get out and dance
stride step with these great smiling ladies
I picture them shakin’
moving their tried and true derriéres like they were 25
and in their minds, they still are
easy to deduce by their meandering glitter trail
I bet these 2 beauties were live wires
the kind that stretched and sprang back
knocking all them young lads for a loop
and a tongue tie
with their bedazzling smiles
and fine fighting features
you go girls!
you sexy things!
even more perfect ’cause I love hot chocolate especially after wine;)
There is a pool I go to early Thursday mornings with my mom. The pool is crystal. He is a beautiful blue like my mother in moonlight. We swim, jogging across the earth only wetter. Millie wears funny goggles not as large as Snoopy’s but funny just the same. The blue lenses match the water and when she goes beneath the surface half her face disappears. We had to make a no laughing rule, because I swallow too much water. She thinks I’ll sink like a stone if I suck up the entire pool out of happiness. And Rita swims to the right on mornings Millie and I don’t get a proper lane to share, because the dude who can do twenty butterflies across the pool and the flip thing at the end of each lap (I think he’s showing off for us old gals) grabs a lane early as does the gorgeous, petite Asian woman with the flawless skin. Rita, I adore. She wears a white bathing cap with flowers like Esther Williams and when she smiles, I swear the flowers change color and grow a little. Water is kind to Rita. To all the ladies. He’s a charming fellow gently embracing their bodies. He grants them a weightlessness that time steals once they ascend those metal steps. He is the lover. We love him. How kind, the pain floats away for awhile. Every brash sound in the world seems to disappear when he whispers bubble mumble into our ears. So we all will keep at loving him. And he will always remember when they wore deep red lipstick and used their mouths well. Now, his formal rectangle with proper scrubbed edges tends and respects our lady-ness like back in that day, when gents tipped their fedoras and newsboy caps to beautiful Millie and flower-capped Rita.
These words were inspired today while early swimming with my beautiful mother in a crystal blue pool. I was reflecting on my new age of 53 (technically not 53 until May 20th;)) and thinking how I don’t care much (can’t say completely because that would be a lie) mostly because I’m blessed to have Millie and Billy for as long as I can keep them. I hope to enjoy every precious perfect and imperfect moment with my parents. Thank you.
The art was created last year – hey, it was either the mermaid or a fish:)
Mildred: Did you see my glasses?
Oliver: You’re wearing them, dear
Mildred: Oliver, did you happen to see where I put my house keys?
Oliver: They’re in your coat pocket
Mildred: (Searches jacket hanging on chair) They’re not in here
Oliver: That’s my jacket, dear.
Mildred: Oh. (Checks coat hanging in nearby closet and finds her keys) Did you bring the mail in?
Oliver: No dear. You did this morning. It’s on the kitchen counter
Mildred: (Looks on kitchen counter) It’s not here, Oliver
Oliver: Yes, it is dear. Folded inside the newspaper you also brought in
Mildred: Good, (she adjusts her glasses) now I can read it
Oliver: Did you happen to take the dog out when you got the mail and paper this morning
Mildred: We have a dog?
Oliver: (shocked expression) What! Are you serious?
Mildred: (chuckling through her reply) Never. It’s why I’m still happy. And yes, I walked Bumpus this morning
Oliver: I love you
Mildred: I know
Oliver: And don’t you ever forget it!
Mildred: I won’t
Mildred: You won’t let me (chuckles again)
art flown in before
During these freezing New York temps, the giant husband and I move our morning walks indoors. We enjoy extending breezy, “good mornings” to the tiny, senior parade marching through the mall at dawn’s light. Yes, the giant husband and I follow the senior circuit. We too, march along the mall’s orange footprint route.
Four times around the mall is two miles. During these little trips we’ve learned a few things: Don’t take with your wallet. Elderly folks who walk everyday do so with a smile. The giant husband and I must always walk faster than the tiny senior parade. Some elderly folks can walk really fast.
Two lovely mall walkers, Gerri and Pat, were gracious enough to pose with the giant husband. I told them I had a blog and would like to use this image. They gave a resounding, “YES,” while still smiling they added, “we don’t have computers but our children do and we’ll keep an eye out for our picture.” 🙂
Sometimes to maintain a brisk walking pace, I imagine we’re mice and there is a large snake looming behind…
Thank you. May you dream of peaceful walks with friends.
Photos taken last week. Snake and mouse rendered in marker for a project.
HAPPY SUPERBOWL SUNDAY