Poetry: 2 Poems by Juanita Rey
Mom taught me
and even more with worrying looks.
But an hour in a car back seat,
kissing like the devil,
and she was totally out of the picture.
I had to be mother to myself.
Mostly the daughter listened
but it wasn’t easy in the dark.
And here I am,
2000 miles away
from any and all advice
except what I can give myself.
So is there an opposite of easy prey?
I thinking maybe charm,
and money for a taxi.
In Search of 'Meet Cute'
I sure didn't feel sexy when I tripped.
Nor was it any consolation when
a much older man reached out and caught me,
saved my knees from a collision with the sidewalk.
It wasn't the 'meet cute' I'd seen in so many movies.
No young doctor or lawyer was there to help
pick up the spill from my pocket book,
to glance into my eyes as we were both down on all fours.
Yes, a fall would have hurt but think how quickly
the healing would have begun
had rescue been more Hollywood, less inner city.
I thanked the guy. I thanked his comb-over also.
That's always been my problem.
I'm too appreciative of my disappointments.