Love Poem: Leads With Her Right
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Written by: Eve Roper

Leads With Her Right

Old mean widow lady of ninety-two

lives by herself with nothing else to do

Hunkers in her chair next to the window

stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo


She is labeled mentally unstable

Plays solitary on the end table

Fusses forever and telling tall tales

no telling if she’s left out small details



Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,

grass and trees changing colors with showers

She's run off all her family and friends

finding upsetting fault that never ends


With lawless behavior if you resist,

she gets riled up,  lifts up her clenched right fist

lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed

With a burning twist she has never missed



You would want to stay out of her crosshairs

A small pearl handle pistol she will dare

Out of her leather purse it will appear

Create trouble; it might be all you’ll hear


6/23/2016

blunt mother in-laws talks and talks and talks and talks gets under my skin
True story