Under the Peach Tree

Gray cat on gray fence

in dappled light through blossoms white

Preens ’neath sheen of green leaves.

Crazy at 90

You little lush,

with your mouth full of vinegar for everyone.

You were a seer with a paintbrush,

an emotional con artist with a smile,

a woman with a man,

a firebrand with an agenda,

a mom with two sons.

.

Both know what’s best for her,

from opposite sides of the world.

Good luck to them.

She’ll do what she wants, and

screw the devil, the sons,

and especially the daughters-in-law.