Margaret Kollmer Poems
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A Crabby Old Woman!
What do you see, kids, what do you see?
Are you thinking when you are looking at me...
A crabby old woman, not very wise
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice: 'I do wish you'd try.'
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe:
Who, unresisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, kids - you're looking at ME.
I tell you who ...
the night hours pass
until snug in the ageing palm
a nevoid fireball
bleary-eyed and belly full
bounces and bobs
on yesterday's wounds;
leaving me crowing
and breathing deeply
the taunting tang
of another crackerjack day.