A Self-Portrait




I'm just a juicy wild woman
who likes to sing on her bike
and in the kitchen and bathroom -
and that my children don't like.

They screw their eyes up in horror
to ward off so much free speech,
but expect me to be all lady-like smiles
whenever THEY pound and shriek.

I'm just a flamboyant young fifty
refusing to act like her age.
and any suggestion to behave meek and mild
would put me in quite a rage.

I'm not a sugar plum fairy,
not frail and dainty and sweet,
but a red-hot mamma with vigour and vim
and rooted to earth with both feet.

My favourite outfit is same-ish,
consisting of never a dress,
'cause if I'd wear one on my bike
it surely would soon be a mess.

I carry my shopping all on my bike,
because we don't have a car,
so most of my journeys from A to B
seem burdensome and far.

My house is a place to relax in,
with piles of books all around
and messy corners and undusted shelves
in plenty can be found.

There is a vast explosion
of great green herbage outside.
Some people would call it a garden,
there's no lovelier far and wide.

We have a pond with frogs in
that croak loudly at honeymoon time,
and 3 bunny rabbits and two cats -
I'm pretending they're not mine.

My favourite activity - you'll never guess
is brewing Kombucha tea,
a yummy non-alcoholic drink
and as healthy as can be.

My house is full of containers
with this delectable brew,
and if you would visit me some time
I sure fill a glass for you.

I also consume the Bible
at quite a regular rate
and ask iffy questions clothed in language
the serious and pious hate.

I don't fit in easy categories,
the type that researchers devise ...
But God looks at me with infinite patience
and ever loving eyes.


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