I'M HAPPY AS A CLAM

If I had a daisy I'd pull off each petal, repeat
under my breath, he loves me, he loves me not.
Today it seems. he loves me. We are riding in
the back seat of his friend Teddy's car. Teddy's
girl Patti is on the passenger side. She is as pretty
and petite as always and usually I envy her slim legs,
her perky pony-tailed hair. I'm nine months pregnant
and about ready to pop. But today I'm not consumed
with jealousy, I'm happy as a clam.

I don't know what possessed you to take me along.
Or put your arm around me and every now and
then steal a kiss. I must have pulled the he loves me
petal today or there is some voodoo magic working in
our midst.

Whatever it is, I'll take all I can get. We don't
usually have tender days like this. It almost feels
like, God forbid, a date. I shut my eyes and lean into
you, savoring these moments together, riding this petal
as long as I can, before it is taken by the wind.

© Betty Bleen 2019
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