She is my vanilla pod of sweetness
an old fashioned love giver dressed
in comfortable clothes still rebellious
wearing pants when skirts were ‘de
rigueur’ standing spread legged and
balanced against a fractious sea.
She is no demure figure of speech
robust and easy in mannerism free
of pretence and haute couture but
not without a sense of chic fanciness.
Where she grants licence happiness
adeptly blooms flowers dance their
panoply in a womb of munificence
nurtured safe in beds she tends with
confidence borne of warming years.
The smile she shares has weathered
with the times, softened lines wrinkle
sweet like the vanilla pod she wears.
© 30 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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