Dirty Old
Woman
OK—so I’m fortyish and soft in all the right places
To be instantly identified as someone’s lovely mother,
Well endowed with all the good housewifely graces.
And I am.
OK—so I’ve been married for twenty-four good years
To the same dark-haired man who thrilled my twenties.
You might even wonder if I’m as contented as I appear.
Well, I am.
OK—so when that tall and sun-tanned youth goes jogging by,
You wonder if I’m turning my head to watch his rippling
muscles,
Especially when you see that certain sparkle in my eye.
You bet I am!
Just because my own flower garden fulfills all my wishes
For beautiful bouquets to pick and carry home with me,
Can’t I still admire the blossoms growing on my neighbor’s
bushes?
You bet I can!
