It's quite the contrast to my Tuesday Morning
* * * * *
Tuesday Morning
Sitting at the table drinking coffee
with three other women.
Their conversation splashes, sparkles,
and tinkles as they discuss
a new tooth, basting an oven roast,
Bible study class...
It's my turn. I have to say something.
My words are a black slithery thing
which oozes into a dank, unmoving pool.
My friends' faces change as they
mentally step back from the dark water
threatening at their feet.
Who's the imposter here?
Am I so wrong?
Am I a little crazy?
Fifty Years Later
I am a woman reared to rear children in a world which doesn't need any more children.
Nagged by fear.
Just another harness-maker thinking about the automobile.
~ Anonymous
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