Thursday, January 19, 2012

Sonnet XXVII - One is the Cheapest Number

Sometimes I wish the fairy tales were true
Where I’d be tatting a bit of lace
And watching as my perfect children grew
And gazing at my perfect husband’s face
He would be in charge of silly finance
While I would arrange dinner with the staff
Amuse him with a pretty little dance
Greet his pronouncements with a girlish laugh
Not one of my men could balance checkbooks
I had to earn the rent and clean the house
And they all told me they hated my looks
Skulked off with other women like a louse
Thank God I’ve been alone for thirty years
And freed myself of all their sorry rears


  1. I love how your work speaks so raw and realand poetically defined, there is endless emotion, you are a talented poet.