I remember
when you looked like Gina Lollobrigida
although perhaps the housewife version
your slender waist accented with a hand-stitched apron
and low-heeled pumps even in the kitchen
singing
a favorite Sinatra hit at the sink
washing dishes as if it were a duty
but every once in a while ... slipping
into a far away glance over the green formica table
It's all so long ago and I wonder
how many of us
remember Gina Lollabrigida
Mario Lanza
or Topo Gigio singing "Funiculi-Funicula"
How many of us remember you with red lipstick
and bright clip-on ruby earings
I remember
your lazy eye
and how it drooped
and how beautiful you were
~Jeanne~
Remembering Gina..mother wore red nail polish..can remember
lacing her corsette. She is 94, I do her nails. She wears her
jewelry. Loving thoughts today.
Excellent points made with this poem. However, the most beautiful women can become ugly the moment the open their mouths. Then again the same goes for the plain or ugly duckling. If she speaks with a smile and a caring heart men will love her right from the start. Amen!
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Regis
Ron
Remembering Gina..mother wore red nail polish..can remember
lacing her corsette. She is 94, I do her nails. She wears her
jewelry. Loving thoughts today.
Lady Mary Ann
budd