Second, I'm beginning to write a book centering around my mother's life. This last one is completely new territory so I'm learning as I go. I'm developing an outline, consolidating a lot of information and going through mounds of photos. The other night I found a booklet that I had given to my family members back in 2002 that chronicled the last few months of my mother's life. Much of it was quotes from the little notes, almost in diary form, that she had written during that time period.
I'm fortunate that my mother loved to write, so there is quite a bit from which I can gleen. It's an interesting perspective, aging from the standpoint of the one experiencing the process herself. I don't know about you, but for me, I feel the clock ticking and I want to make sure that there is evidence that I was here. Now I don't want you to think that I am morose, depressed or down about the prospect of this life ending. I'm merely more acutely aware that my life will not go on forever. I could step off a curb tomorrow and it would be all over. But when you are aware that the light at the end of tunnel is not so far off, you want to make sure you've done everything on your "bucket list."
For those of you who don't know what a bucket list is, I'll briefly explain. This is list of things a person wishes to accomplish before...they...you know, kick the bucket. My list is pretty short and I haven't even decided all the things that should be on it yet. I just know that it's there and I'm plugging along choosing and doing the things I've told myself I would do before... I wanted to write some songs...check. I wanted to be a Grandma (not that I had anything to DO to make that happen)...check. I wanted to compile a book of my poems...check. You get the idea.
So, since I want to get back to writing some new poems, this is tonight's offering:
FAT'S A WINTERY CONDITION
by Patty Lynn
When I was just a little girl,
A chubby girl at that,
I learned this lesson loud and clear:
"Don't show the world your fat!"
So when my friends were wearing shorts
Well, I was wearing jeans.
No sleeveless tops tucked in for me.
Do you know what that means?
It means you're hot, not ever cool
When temperatures are soaring.
It means no latest styles for you.
It means your wardrobe's boring.
You can't pick fashions of the day,
Just separates with jackets.
In short, their shapeless baggy things.
Too bad if you can't hack it.
Be sure you cover up those arms,
Nobody want to see 'em.
Confine them in a long sleeve top,
And never, ever, free 'em.
'Cause plumpish girls have too much flesh,
No matter if it's sunny.
A sundress on a summer's day?
You must be kidding, honey!
And so it was, the dye was cast,
Who cares if cool's your mission.
You must accept the way it is,
Fat's a wintery condition.