The exception

10 April 2009

My mother
is the exception
turning growing old
disgracefully
into an art form
no fresh baked scones
allowed to defile
her beery table
no genteel chatter
allowed to fill the gap
between expletives
she counts her conquests
in present tense currency
her magic mirro
programmed to a distant past

(c) Merlene Fawdry