//My 78 year old mother is a heavy set, anxious woman
With a propensity for head spins and passing out in crowds//
~~ Picture her voluptuous ~ rolling ~ undulating form as she falls>~~
" Don't worry!!!! + Fainting on public transit* is just my blood sugar's way of getting my attention...and I get to meet the all the good folks who come to my rescue!"
On one of my Winter visits, she befriends a stranger on a bus
I witness her over-heating and over-empathizing ways
A bad news magnetism that solicits his lament
As they stand shoulder to shoulder rocking back and forth with the horde
Her eyes slowly beginning to dissociate as the intensity of his story mounts
Beneath an unbelievably tight girdle~bra and under layers of full winter garb
Her body begins to swell with heat and contract with resistance
Later she feels dizzy and we sit on a bench in the snow
She tells me about her Father.
~He's been dead for 40 years//nevertheless// she still takes his bad advice##
~Being a man of his times ;;; he was certain that every good woman should:::
~Strap her soft and bulging parts into a proper restraining garment.
~Those who did not do so thoroughly disgusted him ~
there's nothing I can say...
Later that season on a usual morning after absentmindedly eating half a pear...
she puts on her gear and delves into the fast moving river of the crowd