She suddenly stood up
In the middle of the workshop
Her stuttering tongue
Clickety clack in her head
...
A sudden burst of energy
A galley of girls
In cute skirts
Short shorts
...
She bathes at daybreak
Dons cheery floral prints
Face aglow
With a dab of Vanilla lace
...
On my daughter's twenty second birthday
I woke up rested
My aching muscles needing
the sleep
...
There is always a balance in her bouquet
She is Mrs. Perfect
Well turned out and decollette
Her outfits are crease-free
...
Forty nine years
shimmer and shake
In memory's flickering light
...
I walk out
Of the glass doors
Still sipping
The coffee cup
...
When I look back
With a wry smile on those days
In grade school, when the teacher
Would pull me back into the room
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