We four of us, Laughing Young mothers with all our babies sleeping in one room, We were young mothers and willing to try any thing, There is some hash, lets smoke and we did and coughed and laughed and pretended to be high. We saw blue movies on the projector and giggled, We were friends but would not discuss our sex life. We lunched and drank sparkling red wine clanked our glasses to Drive the spirits away.
We were friends for life.
Today I with all my hair gone with chemotherapy and breasts cut Wearing clothes to hide my flat chest. And waiting for death. But my monthly cheque arrives, My children are good that way, They don't have time to visit me but they look after my monetary needs.
My friend in an old age home put in by her children whom I had loved and played with for hours. When I had tickled them as babies and they gurgled with laughter did I imagine that there was just pure evil under the laughter?
One is dead, far away from us, and the other with Alzheimer, living in her own world.
Did we dream of this future? When we sat in an air-conditioned restaurant! And sunlight had pored in through the bay window, and we had laughed and eaten pasta with sun dried tomatoes, Out feet pedicured with blood red nail polish. Like everything else we had shared the bottle of nail polish that day!