Mothers

They found her, sitting on a bench

 In the market place, listening to the music.

Black jeans and red lipstick, T-shirt with

Don’t let the bastards grind you down

Dark sunglasses, and long silver hair

Folded loosely in a plait over her shoulder.

Oh god Mother, when is this going to stop!

Your 75 years old , the mother smiled

At her adult child and said

You aint seen nothing yet !!