every silvery hair
perfectly curled,

the seams
at the front
of her slacks
sharper than razors,

her jewelry
tasteful and lovely,

her gait
dignified
and sedate.

I fell
into step beside her
on the busy sidewalk

and we both stopped
at the corner,
waiting for the light to change

and I told her
how I admired
her elegance
and graceful carriage

and how she seemed

so serene,
so calm;

and never will I forget
her sweet smile,
her sparkling eyes

as she answered me softly
in cultured tones:

I'm wearing a diaper, Dear.
what's left
for me to worry about?

03/11/2007

Posted on 03/12/2007
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