Topic: Round Robin
My “daughter”
is getting married today.
I do not know this beautiful creature
dressed in virginal white
with come hither eyes,
but she claims I birthed her
and labored for 18 hours.
As if I could possibly forget
that kind of pain and agony!
And the twenty-nine plus years
between then and today,
I don’t think so.
Everyone wants to know
how I managed such a dream
as a single, successful
woman of business.
I simply shrug . I don’t know
how to answer that question.
I suggest maybe they know
“how it is” and really wish
they’d tell me.
The fog hasn’t lifted yet
even though I’ve several glasses
of "memory juice."
Is my money paying for this?