04-17-2016, 01:29 AM
What My Father Hinted At
She has the strength to turn the world her way,
above the city's spikes her will holds sway.
She makes the scene her own and plants her feet;
she's rooted firmly, blind to all defeat,
attracting those who join in her soiree.
With street-smarts edging her naiveté
she savors life like long-aged cabernet;
just mildly buzzed, relaxed but still upbeat,
she has the strength
to cherish but move on from yesterday,
maintain her joie de vivre, a bit risqué
but knowing when to be discreet.
Her husband revels in her grin replete
upon the bed she's made, content they lay
within her strength.
She has the strength to turn the world her way,
above the city's spikes her will holds sway.
She makes the scene her own and plants her feet;
she's rooted firmly, blind to all defeat,
attracting those who join in her soiree.
With street-smarts edging her naiveté
she savors life like long-aged cabernet;
just mildly buzzed, relaxed but still upbeat,
she has the strength
to cherish but move on from yesterday,
maintain her joie de vivre, a bit risqué
but knowing when to be discreet.
Her husband revels in her grin replete
upon the bed she's made, content they lay
within her strength.
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