What I thought I heard… <br /> 'Are you Mississippi? ' <br />This was ridiculously absurd <br />Really said…'Are you Mrs. Hippie? ' <br /> <br />What I thought I heard was bizarre <br />Me, being referred to as a southern state <br />I don’t understand thus far… <br />Restate… let me get it straight <br /> <br />My son chuckled with intermittent snorts <br />Look in the mirror and see what I see <br />A tie-dyed T-shirt and cut off jean shorts <br />You look just like a hippie from the sixties <br /> <br />You are living in the twenty-first century <br />Mom…your sense of fashion is slumping <br />Also, your hearing ability is not trustworthy <br />To false conclusions… you are jumping <br /> <br />It is true…I can’t hear as well as I used to <br />But I can manage to make it through the day <br />Don’t make fun of my attire of colorful hues <br />Try not to mumble… so I can hear what you say <br /> <br />If I embarrass you with trends from the past <br />I strongly suggest placing emphasis on importance <br />On the list of serious problems …what I wear is last <br />Let’s concentrate on Love and Peace…not appearance<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mississippi/
