Long ago, she had been told
Southern rules
That “good” girls follow
Never mix silver and gold
Don’t wear black with brown
Heaven forbid if you get caught wearing white before Easter or after Labour Day
It just isn’t done that way
Make sure you get as good as you give
Love only the “right” one
at the “right” time
Build your walls high
Keep your hems low
Don’t forget if you forgive
And ladies don’t drink beer from a can
Yet this morning
She laughed, once again, at the reflection in the mirror
Slid her feet into brown leather sandals
Buttoned the short black dress
Just in case the wind lifted the hem, she worn her salsa drawers
Layered her bracelets
One by one
And the stone necklace that she never went without
She had decided
Long ago
To make her own
Set of rules
Live her life
Whether anyone understood or not
She forgot when she forgave
Drank margaritas, sweet wine and Blood Honey beer
Every chance she got
She fell in love
One by one
Over and over
Day in and day out
Built a wall of mystery
Lined it with peace
Gathered kindred spirits
Planted roots
So that good things could bloom
Found God in every place
Gave all she could
Received what she was given
After all…it was the only way
That made sense to her
Long ago
7 08 a.m. 3/28/17
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