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Mother of Rae

italics = performance notes

My husband’s ten times clever as he is handsome.

As for me? Oh don’t worry. I’m only Vicky; –pretend sheepishness– –¡giggle-D-giggle!– …no way silly! That’s a stretch of cataclysm! Simple smelted cynicism. I gotta lotta tools ‘n I ain’t afraid to use ’em. Clap your hands ‘n stomp your feet cuz We Will Rock You is the beat! –stand up, do the stomp-stomp-clap for rest of poem– How ’bout you: clap with me? Sit a pretty minute; ratchet up the heat.

Listen now ‘n listen close: this poem ain’t crass nor verbose. I’m equally practiced as I’m read. I’m determined to move ahead.

I am woman. I am mom. I’m the vision of this song. –stop stomp clapping– What have you got, Tomorrow?

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