Day 27 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Self Portrait Of Strength, April 27, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Self Portrait Of Strength, April 27, 2016, 30 Poems in 30 Days

Self Portrait Of Strength, April 27, 2016

There was a time I wouldn’t leave the house
in wrinkled clothes or without a fresh shower
Now, I’m not even sure that I own an iron
and I’m pretty sure my hair hasn’t been washed in three days
I’ve got mud up to my thighs
My shirt is a little too tight so I’m wearing a fleece vest
in the middle of summer, I might add
Its not unusual to wear glasses but I’ve got a second pair of readers on top of my head
my purple plaid sleeves are buttoned but awfully dirty smeared with red dirt
my hands are clean but my fingernails tell another story
I just ate lunch in the car right after I took a comfortable nap with the seat way back
I sat up and leaned out the open window to investigate a door ding
to forgivingly find a woman caught up in the safety of her small child
so I just eased back down
before I switched out of my rain boots and went into the library
Suddenly I saw myself as someone that might appear to live out of her car
Is this the glamorous life I imagined when I was young?
No, its much better, its the life I dreamed of to be so free.
I have hands that help others, that can reach into the earth
and plant flowers for those who cannot bend so low
clothes that protect my skin from scorching and abrasions
hair that can appreciate being part of the wind
I think its better to see than be seen
and if I am, there is a bit of modesty
I’m fortunate to nourish my body with healthy meals
knowing a little bacteria is harmless
a car door won’t heal itself
but a mother and child don’t need any wounded looks
A library won’t judge more than feed knowledge
and I feel smoothed out in matters of the day
because I know that I carry my iron on the inside

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