Back To the Day
Beauty before me, ante-cedes youth.
Dissonant with discontented shapes.
Happy, supportive family, a burden.
In the eyes of partner, I am lucky.
As with the ones, I've bourne three;
My girth is an enigma, I bear alone.
Grapefruit, avocado, tomato, French.
Dress warmer with hot cocoa, spiked.
Spike down ball, do a victory dance.
Romance at a Denver field: Broncos,
and the '49ers, my son's team.
Feasts along with the light viands.
Reprimand innards, not cooperating.
I try, try. Motherload is frustrating.
Once a sexy walk. Do I still have it?
Legs to come back. Have nice calves.
Calf hind leg kick. Dogs lick wounds.
Swoon for going back to the day.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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