Sitting on the outdoor patio at Market Day
Humanity streams by.
The diversity shouldn't astound me by now,
But it does:
The bizarre hair dos.
The skinny figures, the obese ones,
The exposed flesh, and the
Pregnant gals.
When I was "expecting" I tried to hide my
Condition as long as possible by wearing
Flowing clothes which I then
Passed on to my friends who
Would soon be popping out too.
(My grandma hid her pregnancy so
Well, my mom wasn't even aware
Until her brother was born.)
Today a top heavy mom-to-be walks by
Flaunting her belly,
Her shirt so tightly stretched across her
Baby bulge I expect it to rip at
The seams.
To hide or not to hide,
That is the question.
Could there be an in between?
But since my child bearing days have long,
Long passed,
Why should I even ask?
Besides, the young folks strolling by must
Sigh to see I still read the newspaper on
Newsprint and not on-line.
(If only they knew I still cling to my dumb phone
Which forlornly resides in my purse just wishing it
Were turned on.)