She was the mother whose only look at life before she married was as a servant girl from
a dairy farm and in her 70’s discovered sensuality in spicy novels complaining to her children,
“Why didn’t anybody ever tell me about this stuff?”
Who on arrival during her first visit to a Caribbean island insisted
on being driven to a nude beach, spent the afternoon wandering in surprise and awe
through the unbound bodies lounging along the sand
Who fell in love with the bottle and drank herself to death
for lack of time to go back to the beginnings of her life
knowing what she knew now and who she might have been
swirling crazy and naked in the rain