Thursday, May 2, 2013

A Different Kind of Woman

You baked your spice cake from scratch.
I add water and a can of pumpkin to a box mix. 

You vacuumed your floors everyday. 
I don’t.   

You wore department store dresses and high-heels.
I wear flowing skirts and flip-flops.  

My up-do much messier than yours,
Yet we can both appreciate

Drinking a hot cup of coffee on a porch swing
Watching the big trucks go by. 

Or so I’ve heard.