A Lovely Little Daydream

I make a cup of coffee, and bathe in its perfume And add some chocolate cookies til my diet must resume I pray the photographer doesn't see that I have gone food rogue Cuz like he said, "Chubby chicks will never grace a page of Vogue." I'm careful because my Chanel gown is white and never sold In the kind of stores where I can shop, or any shop, I'm told And very soon they'll call me back to set to vamp and pose Hair perfectly coiffed, make-up en fleek and Louboutin on my toes! "I've chipped a nail," I mumble and three stylists all jump And while they're at it one applies some hairspray with a pump A gorgeous man in best black tie approaches me and grins "I am your partner for this shoot. Cheri, you are so THIN!" He takes my hand and helps me up, I teeter on the heels He holds me close and says he needs to take me for some meals. He bends his face and parts his perfect lips to plant a kiss But instead I feel a liquid spilling and wonder "What is this?" Loud noises filter in my brain and break my daydream's hold The liquid was my coffee spilled and sickeningly cold I grab a paper towel to wipe it off my kitchen floor But being nine months pregnant makes it hard to do, for sure. I refocus on the noise I hear and realize it's my boys Two-year-old triplets ready to trade a nap for toys. I pass the hallway mirror, see my hair a mess, I'm round Not the model from my dream, but it won't bring me down. I walk into the boys' room and all three reach out to me And the hugs and kisses given no French model could exceed I love my boys, I love my life, even in a cheap stretch jean But still and all, I did enjoy my lovely little daydream! 1/13/2017