Tongue swells from being biten,
red cheek turns to avoid unnecessary conflict.
When is conflict necessary?
Pray for peace within, or at the least,
a serene place to breathe.
Why is your right, my wrong?
When is my wrong your right to berate?
At this late date
within a collective senior sisterhood,
one hoped smiles would be more forthcoming.
But, its stubborness now.
No bending by the stiff-necked
no slack to cut or joke to reduce
the juice of certitude.
And then, as quickly as it comes,
it goes ... poof ... time too short for grudges.
Grudges held by others for eons
and by some for only as long as it takes
for redness to wane
and sighs to end.