MOTHER
Never Drank Gin in the Morning
My Mother… never drank!
“Cotton Gin” came to her mind,
when she heard the word Gin.
In stores…Gin never find.
I too, just like Mother
my strongest drink iced tea.
When stronger drink took sip
weird warmth.. came over me.
As, N.Y. designer !
Lemon, lime drink thought try,
Called a “Margarita,”
drank three.. and “Prayed to die!”
Husband will sip Bourbon
stronger, than perfume I wear.
I simply can smell it,
and swear..”.I drank my share.”
Unlike Mother, I drink wine
before going to bed.
Imagine where it goes?
Directly to my head!
At night had bad leg cramps
gave my specialist a call,
“Add Gin to you Tonic”.
Cramps gone..too tipsy.. might fall!
Mom drank, no alcohol
Life taught me.. enjoy mine.
All with “Moderation”
when Paul brings me.. Gin or Wine.
Feb. 28, 2018
A short Note for You
This is a little missive written in some haste as we have
to go back to hospital for more tests. Only you could get
me there and wait 4 hours in a packed waiting room.
Time is tough for those who have no private health insurance
and most of us have not. I tell you about the inequity of this,
but you are not listening just look through magazines like
“HALLO” touched by a million sick people.
When we finally get to see the specialist, a woman of around
45, I tell her lies about my splendid health, but you are there
and tell her the truth. I insist I’m ok and want to go home.
Ignored by two women I agree to go back to hospital one more
time about a bloody pacemaker, I gruffly leave for a coffee.
But I’m glad you are there looking after me, I always knew how
much I loved you, as long as you don’t tell me how to drive my car.
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