Mississippi? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

What I thought I heard…
'Are you Mississippi? '
This was ridiculously absurd
Really said…'Are you Mrs. Hippie? '

What I thought I heard was bizarre
Me, being referred to as a southern state
I don’t understand thus far…
Restate… let me get it straight

My son chuckled with intermittent snorts
Look in the mirror and see what I see
A tie-dyed T-shirt and cut off jean shorts
You look just like a hippie from the sixties

You are living in the twenty-first century
Mom…your sense of fashion is slumping
Also, your hearing ability is not trustworthy
To false conclusions… you are jumping

It is true…I can’t hear as well as I used to
But I can manage to make it through the day
Don’t make fun of my attire of colorful hues
Try not to mumble… so I can hear what you say

If I embarrass you with trends from the past
I strongly suggest placing emphasis on importance
On the list of serious problems …what I wear is last
Let’s concentrate on Love and Peace…not appearance