My daughter says
. my hair’s too long;
. it drags my formerly too round face
. down.
My daughter says
. my car’s too girlish;
. pastel seats and butterflies
. are frivolous.
My daughter says
. my voice is too strident;
. her ears are are hurt
. by their happy cadence.
To my daughter I say
. life’s too short to be
. a fuddy-duddy*
. before you’re thirty.
.
.
*fuddy-duddy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuddy-duddy
Shawn L. Bird 
hahahahahahaha I like this ❤
😉
Outstandingly, mediphorically written…
Kisses Mrs. Bird.
Moderation? That sucks…..
Seriously, eh?
Getting hot up there? Mrs Bird..
I’m at a poetry retreat on Vancouver Island, but it was definitely hot before I left. Hubby says there’s no smoke yet, but I expect it will show up soon since Osoyoos is burning now.
Yeah, who ever the lion mountains, still has a snow crest…
Everything could be green up there and not dry burning brown…
lov…
Absolutely 😁
Haha, you tell her!
THANK YOU MOM!
Ha ha.
Stand your ground, Shawn!
I do my best!
Don’t let the young ones dull your mind.
Ha. I’m younger than she is, obviously.
Obviously !
🙂