Peter W Iversen Poet Free verse

Transformation

That's my mom
Foot on running board
Big, black,1937 Caddy
Huge headlights
Spare tires in fenders
Cigarette in hand
Stylishly dressed
Turban and flowing pants
Big smile
Clyde's Bonnie never looked so good
...Great photo

Here she is again
50's drab house dress
Cigarette in hand
Expressionless
My mom
...Sad photo

Posted 10/20/19

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Sam Kauffman January 25, 2021 at 11:22 AM I agree with Gina, Peter. This transformation in you mom is haunting! Well written. Congratulations on your win! Blessings to you.

Regina Mcintosh January 25, 2021 at 2:36 AM So sad... hauntingly so. God bless you with many more and congrats on your win. Love and prayers

Elaine George January 24, 2021 at 6:59 AM And time changes everything. A picture says a thousand words. I too find such truth of life's journey in old photos. Great writing, Peter. Many congrats on your fine win.

Gershon Wolf October 20, 2019 at 5:12 PM So much for 'adulthood,' eh?! Nicely juxtaposed, Peter. Cheers, Gershon Peter W Iversen November 4, 2019 at 12:35 PM If I could only jump back and warn her. Thanks for the comments,Peter