Glory was her name

by chritty - Aries

Glory was her name
and she stood at the end of my street
mowing her astro terf lawn
smiling sweetly at the neighbors
wearing only  her curlers
and a faded house gown
I would sat under my oak tree
and imagine what sort of life she had
a happy life unlike me
She was a kind old woman
with a grin on her face
and a margarita in her hand
Glory was her name
she had a spunky attitude and staggering walk
with a southern accent when she talked
she grew up where the peaches grew
and married a man that she hardly knew
she said she met him in Vegas at a taco stand
quite a hunk of a man
she would say 
with a goofy grin across her wrinkled old face
ah, my little apple pie 
that’s what she called me
I would smile at the twinkle in her emerald green eyes
she would say my little apple pie
never give up on love 
and never give up on life
you can be happy girl you don’t need a man
revolve your life around you
and do what you wanna do
she taught me how to feel and how to laugh
Glory was her name
and I was always amazed
at how much she got to me
a beautiful person inside a somewhat
different attitude
she didn’t see the bright side of things
and she didn’t sugar coat the bad things
she remained the same either way
with a margarita in her hand and a smile on her face

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-04-19 22:15:45
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:08
Poem ID: 62159

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