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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment