A Boomers Late Bloomer

Skinny in youth thick in later days Champion for truth despite delays As a late bloomer in thought process Born to a baby boomer and so blessed Believed in God but didn’t get much church Felt so odd how the church clicks work Rather open to explore other fuchsia faiths Went to the mosque just couldn’t be great And with Buddhism she felt all a glow But she still identified as a Christian so Perhaps it’s true train up a child But her training was unique and mild For she recalled Bootsy’s Rubber Band And Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder on hand Music was the church in her life She was a cool nerd never a wife A poet who sucked at math in her head But like a mom stretched a penny till it’s dead Had many jobs, but a mom and proud to be Not afraid of death for it is purple peace