This is for my dear friend Jamie,who asked me to go for a Weird description of the so called Mythical Grandmother,whom he send me a pic of.
P.S.Since its a weird post the Ps arrives first.No offence ment neither now nor ever for whatsoever and whomsoever.
I saw her crossing the parking lot at the grocery store, only from the back, as she was walking away,
determinedly. I summed her up in a few seconds, shallow, I know, perhaps, but the images and thoughts swelled in my mind.
Ripe, rushing and full as a stream in March. She wore tan capris, a dark tone, like coffee with milk, and I could tell by her panty lines that she was definitely not wearing a thong. At the likely decade of her sixties, perhaps leaning ever toward the seventies, she looked like a suburban,
matronly, country-clubbing, GRANDMOTHER !
P.S.Since its a weird post the Ps arrives first.No offence ment neither now nor ever for whatsoever and whomsoever.
I saw her crossing the parking lot at the grocery store, only from the back, as she was walking away,
determinedly. I summed her up in a few seconds, shallow, I know, perhaps, but the images and thoughts swelled in my mind.
Ripe, rushing and full as a stream in March. She wore tan capris, a dark tone, like coffee with milk, and I could tell by her panty lines that she was definitely not wearing a thong. At the likely decade of her sixties, perhaps leaning ever toward the seventies, she looked like a suburban,
matronly, country-clubbing, GRANDMOTHER !
