My Mother Part 1

From a distance, she is full of grace Floating in the air in an angel’s space Perfectly dressed, not a hair out place Diction is perfect, she is articulate Back straight, shoulder’s down Head back, do not look around She smell’s of flowers, has skin like silk Drives a car the color of milk Educated, debutant, and elite Recognized everywhere, even on the street Green paper not an issue “God Bless You” she will give you a tissue Family dinners, proper seating Forks, knives, spoons all know their places Napkins play a part, before we can begin to start Only one arm you have when you eat And, God forbid, you had better be neat! For this is not a party for dinner This is an actual event.... My hair is quite chaotic The clothes on my back make me look like I am going to attack The color of my car looks like a green vegetable Educated still trying, proper I want to pop her. My green paper is made of construction Utensils, I only use a fork by reason of deduction. Look, two arms I have “that's neat!” dear God I’m hungry, let’s eat! Holly P. Moore October 2012