The Mum

The passing of years has faded

the red in her cheeks

and thinned the skin of her thighs.

The lines near her mouth

and the drag of her breasts

all tell the tale of a life lived

well or not so well.

She bravely strips naked before all

and lifts her bare arms

dancing exotically

before all those she knows

and others she does not know.

She dances as if many are watching.

She grabs the red boa

and wraps it seductively

around her her arms

and between her legs

before we notice

she was once very beautiful

and

she still has

the twinkle in her eye.

(This poem came to me after reading a somewhat disturbing article about a young man who takes photographs of his mother having sex with men his age.)