Giggly girls, sit down in the sun

Of Starbucks store windows; they’re having their fun

Laughing and joking at everyone--

The toddler a-running, their honeybuns, sweet,

Coffee they're quaffing, the new girl they greet,

Party they're planning, his phone call last night;

The giggly girls are filled with delight.



Ponytails jiggling, as sugar-rush hits;

Those giggly, jiggly girls are in fits;

Laughing at nothing, grinning with glee;

I watch and recall when the giggler was me.



Giggly girls on the trampoline,

Since Mommy's not home, it's just not a good scene,

Passing and sucking their pipe of glass, clean--

They're out in the open, at height of the day,

Bouncing and jumping, like children at play,

Choking and smoking and grinning with glee;

The giggly girls, so young and so free.



Pleated skirts lifting, as wind blows them high,

Those giggly, jiggly girls reach the sky.

Laughing at nothing, grinning with glee;

I watch, but cannot crush the mother in me.



Kathleen Mortensen ©2008

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Posted by Kim at 11:06 am