What Mama Always Told me.
Entire worlds can be found and cherished in the eyes of a woman
Mama always told me.
Mama always told me to marry a woman with pretty eyes, cause everything beneath them goes to fat, sagging, and wrinkling. But oh, when you look in those eyes, even at eighty, you see her youthful beauty, always gleaming there. Most girls haul a long white train at their weddings, you gotta have some weight to do that. Besides which would you rather snuggle with some chicken bones all hard against you or a plump tomato cuddled close. Men get baggy too, baggy pants, bags under their eyes, certain parts of them sag, just when you want them pert, and the pot bellies aren't always on the wood stoves. Hairy backs and ears, waxy bald heads, and Godzilla toenails all become part of that bronze god you once married. Learn to love whats inside, the package itself is disposable, biodegradable, soon enough it is buried in a landfill of people. but the soul of your love can shed light on you, forevermore if you don't wound it with callous remarks about size, shape, age, or fading beauty. We are all just skeletons wrapped in pretty paper, that time unwraps slowly, the true gift is inside, that always made sense in the bedroom with my favorite gal. Learn to love the as is, as it will far too soon be the as was and you will be alone.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III