My mother and I spent the day in Fairhope, Alabama
where the flowers were pink
where the fountain at the pier was tinged pink
in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month
and where a woman named Gladys
(seen here on the bench on the left)
walked the pier,
stopping at each bench
to sit and rest a spell.
“Hello,” I said to her as we walked by,
cause she was cute as a button.
“Hey,” she said, “I like your skirt.
I could just snatch it right off you.”
Oh my goodness, how I do
love sassy women.
It was a beautiful day.
Oh yes, yes it was.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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