Pink Tennis Shoes

PINK TENNIS SHOES I mother always pride galore until the words from daughter abhor. Her gentle heart and loving embrace smashing to pieces. She fell from grace. Her untied tenny shoe, wrapped and tight around her bike, could free no might. Mommy checking faithful each half hour found her daughter helpless, no power. Down the hill mommy went no time was wasting nor was spent. The wind passed threw my long hair locks when shock took over from what I got. Not what I thought from bike I bought but cruelest words, my life distraught. From those lips kissed each night to bed not once, nor twice, but thrice to head. “Hurry up old lady” from my daughter how my heart bleed of tears and water. For no words crueler ever sere spoke. My shame, the horror on face neighborhood folk. My tail between my legs indeed got there, put there by my third bore seed. And mothers day and birthday too three days from now turn 45, BOO-HOO! Never knew my aging beauty fade would be this hard for the lies I’ve made. Lies I’ve told to self each day that children’s love fulfillment may. So on this very special mothers day this “old lady” family f--- off say.