Friday, December 12, 2008

A poem written July 6, 2006

Priorities
by this Elizabeth

I shall never be obsessed with shoes
or purses or earrings or foundation hues
and if only I could palette my flower garden
into the shades of my cardigan -
perhaps I would care.

My hair is a glorious mane untended
frizzy and floppy and roots unblended
jealous of it women remember me to Helen
but if only I had more time to sleep in -
perhaps I would care.

I've a gift of nails strong and clean
that only bend and break in extreme
yet no polish resides on them
no reds or pinks or '3 Plums I Win'
(perhaps I should care.)