Emblazoned, bold, upon my chest:
a crimson M for all to see -
no hiding my identity
stretching my span from east to west;
louder and prouder every year -
thank God, it's not sized for my rear
riding high the swell of my breasts;
and sloping gently toward my knees -
they're on their way to meet my feet
an M for Mom (and, Maid, I guess).
and Minder of the empty purse -
A Constanza for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.