Comfort
She is a large woman,
big-boned, glossy long dark hair,
a sensuous look about her. On
her own, but sporadically on
occasion trying out life in a
boyfriend-tandem, now that her
daughter has struck out to fashion
life on her own. She is anything
but naive herself, has a fairly
good grasp on the nature of
human emotions, failings and
proclivities. After all is said
and done, she has, in fact,
seen it all from her observation
post on the law side opposite
prison bars. She smiles readily,
is given to warm friendliness
with others, but finds the most
reliable companionship and the
comfort of understanding civility
in the casual company of her
needy but independent rescue dogs.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Labels:
Poetry
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