It was an evening unlike any other...
Her man had gone out for a short spell
She assembled her forgotten women friends
They resurfaced like her vanished youth
with their loud laughters, thoughtless gestures,
Relaxed bodies, irrevarent jokes,
Her baby played with them,
Laughing with them, imitaing them,
Listening to them, sometimes mischeviously
Not listening to them...
1 comment:
i liked this poem ...it is plain.
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