Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Upon Sands Of No Man's Time or Land
I am 50 and wear purple panties to English Bay
He is 14 and don's more attire than me
As far as any lookie-loo can look ...
What might the government say?
I am his Mother and perform strip-a-grams at 'mid-life"
He is my Son and loves me to laugh and crack my whip
As far as any lookie-loo may see ,,,
Enough to cause a governing body outright strife!
I am his only real role model as long as I live
He is the old soul I am guiding with my heart
As superficial as any lookie-loo can be
Government's still takes more than all freely choose to give
I am the light that shines down upon my land
He is the Butterfly unconditionally gifted unto me
As far any lookie-loo can ever find
Governor's never win over we whom hold kindness in our hand!
After a wonderful day, spent at English Bay, I just had to stay up a little later ... after 48 hours with 0 hours of sleep.
Where others are fixing their hair and applying make-up , I am shedding layers to get real and raw'k on that sandy beach.
After spending the night in the wretched heat of Jeanne's and Gabe's, Mommy made it to the weight-room for a power leg work-out and a long, soak in the steam room.
All I cold do to stay awake; was bike one more block, breath another breath of fresh Vancouver air, and offer infinte thanks for all I have there and here, in my happiest heart of hearts!