in long loose skirts my great-great-gran
sailed here on a ship,
escaping quite the checkered past,
she "bartered" for the trip.
...
great-gran danced and gambled,
she smoked and sometimes cussed...
divorced three times, the fourth one died-
the lady had some crust.
...
granma's harley sidecar rides
mussed her short-bobbed hair,
and snagged her rolled down stockings,
and blew her skirts to "there".
...
mom was in the navy
she traveled 'round the world,
while raising four kids on the road,
all neatly pressed and curled.
...
and i've done nearly all that stuff,
and thrown some in besides...
a strong long line of women, us
who don't make easy brides.
...
now i watch my daughters grow,
like other-worldly creatures-
i see that line of tough girls grinning
in their precious features.
...
see how implanted memories,
through each new generation,
helped us all learn to survive-
poor brides, but great "relations".
...
perhaps my girls will never know
suppression by some man..
but if they do, they'll leave head high,
because they've learned they can.
...
we're far too strong to be held down,
enjoy us if you will,
but bear in mind, we'll not be owned-
only love will keep us still.
YOU ARE READING
*breathe in deep, hold on tight, eye to eye, grin to grin, fall on in, please...
Poetrya short collection of sometimes delightful, sometimes sad, sometimes dark poems. there's a little something for everyone. you may see biker poetry, love, lust, and revenge. something new every so often, so visit when you need to escape the everyd...
