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     “Still Got It”
 
She pretended
not to notice
but her daughter
wouldn’t let it
slide
she had seen
the two high school
boys
checking her out,
her high school
daughter
who is very
cute
in her own right
not amused
it was obvious
who the eyes
of the boys
were following,
she was
way past
the Hot mom
mark
on attitude
alone
but the rest
wasn’t
all earned
with her body
she carried
an air of
confidence
in her presents
that exaggerated
all her pieces,
her daughter
shakes her head
and rolls her
eyes
to show her
displeasure
with that
thirty seconds
of unsolicited
attention
her mom just
received
she looks at her
daughter
and smiles
not sure if
she is annoyed
embarrassed
or just plain
jealous,
they stop and
look
at a window
display
she looks at
her reflection
as her daughter
looks at the clothes
in the window
she turns sideways
and checks out
her profile
in the glass,
for being on
the other side
of forty
she was quite
proud
of what she
sees
reflecting back
to her
she was blessed
with a slim
athletic form
and she learned
from an early
age
how to make
it
work for her
with the right
combination
of sexy
with style
but today
she was rocking
the causal mom
look
high top sneakers
faded skinny jeans
and a very snug
black “Misfits”
concert shirt
she had played
one of their
early records
for her daughter
once
but the heavy
fast beat
just blew past
her
probably for the
best
two Misfit girls
in one house
might be pushing
it,
her daughter
catches her
looking
at her reflection
then notices
the two boys
are still watching
them
with hungry
eyes
her daughter grabs
her
by the hand
and pulls her
around the corner
to the next group
of clothing stores
leaving the boys
with just a mental
picture
and something
to talk about
as they kill
a slow moving
day
she looks at
her daughter
trying to remember
a time
she had that
much innocence
in her
as her daughter
does now
but can’t,
she grew up
fast
for better or
worst
her teen years
were on fast
forward
through the streets
of San Jose
and she never
touched pause
till she was
pregnant
and by then
she had already
wound-up
more of a
life
than most other
women
could ever hope
to know,
she gives her
daughter
a little nudge
to lead her
towards the
escalators
and as they
head down
to the 1st
floor
a group of
Gothic kids
checking them out
notices her
“Misfits” tee-shirt
and two young
girls scream
“MISFITS RULE!”
from the 3rd
level
down to them
she looks up
at the kids
and hollers back
“Ride Johnny, Ride”
the Gothic kids
explode
with comments
quotes
and laughter,
her daughter
drags her
the rest of the
way
down the
escalator
she looks at
her daughter
who again
is shaking her
head
and rolling her
eyes
but she can’t
hide
her mischievous
smile,
she may not
have ever been
that innocent
once,
but her daughter
has a long
way
to go
if she
ever
wants to
be
this Cool…
 
     For J.P.
 
     Tom Allen…11-08-2017…