The young woman jogs the park path,
hair in pony tail,
legs pumping summer,
wearing a mask
of fresh, creamy skin,
nipples proud cherries
hard in the wind,
a determined mouth
upholding principles
never to be let go
Her wish is that youth
will not wrinkle or wither
under thunderstorms,
childbirth,
men,
or frost
This was also the wish
her mother had