To a Beautiful Soccer Mom

Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 11:07am

You stand there all smug with your fine purse and shoes
Your cell phone keeps buzzing with “important” news
Your face stretched and caked to disguise middle-age
Unnaturally glowing a tanning-booth beige
You order skim latte, decaf, no whip.
But it comes out quite mumbled from your plump botox lip.
You complain to the barrister about gaining weight
That you almost are into a whopping size 8.
After your coffee, it’s off to the spa
For the mani and pedi and facial --- TADAA!!!
You rush to the bus stop to join in the chatter
About mindless dribble that really doesn’t matter
“Those Mexican workers really should consider
Their fashion sense when picking up litter”
“The poor are poor because they don’t want to work
Unlike us.” You say with a smirk.
Then off with the kids to soccer, baseball, and dance
While you talk on your cell phone as if in a trance.

So are you who I am, or who I want to be?
Oh beautiful soccer mom, only emptiness I see
Yet in suburbia it seems we believe
This lifestyle is one all moms should achieve.
 

Daniel

Blond, messy crew cut haired, wide-eyed, smiley first-grader
Who loves pointing out car washes during car rides, going down the curvy slide, Tom and Jerry, and “hiding” in the middle of the floor with his eyes closed when playing hide-and-seek
Who feels confused when he gets in trouble for “hitting” while just trying to play tag with his classmates
Who needs help putting his shirt on the right way, one-step instructions, and lots of praise
Who shares his contagious giggle, his passion for rainbows, and unsolicited information with all adults willing to listen.
Who fears windy days, grey clouds, hair cuts, and being left alone
Who’d like to see a hot air balloon
Who dreams of splashing in rainbow puddles on his tip-toes