Wednesday, March 8, 2017
We’re honoring International Woman’s Day. Born in the era when a woman’s place was in the home, I married and raised my babies as expected. I was widowed at a young age, however, and so began my business career. I have always felt I had the best of both worlds. My poem is not deep or introspective, but rather a humorous look at my self-confident self in a humbling moment.
Submitted to Poets United Midweek Motif http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, February, 2017,
with a salute to all the young working mothers today who are juggling motherhood and career.
T’was at my friend’s daughter’s wedding
I’ve remembered it all this while
I’d taken the arm of my usher
And we’d headed up the aisle.
Under my brand new navy dress
I wore my ancient navy half slip
It’s elastic was weak and weary
But it hung on my ample hip.
I was looking downright regal
For our brief trip, heaven knows
But, soon that dratted half slip
Fell down about my toes.
I hardly missed a forward step
As I bent to pick it up
Gathered it in my fist
And continued on…Hup Hup
My escort looked over at me
With a twinkle in his eye
“It was just my slip”, I whispered
And slid into my seat with a sigh.
When I told it at the reception
We all had a laugh quite hearty
As I sat slipless among good friends
At that well-remembered wedding party.
I’m attending a wedding in a week or two
But I won’t take a chance
I’ll still be downright regal,
But I’ll be wearing pants!