Friday, September 21, 2007

Ode To My Bra

It came unexpectedly
although I should have known it couldn’t last forever.
I have only myself to blame.
After all I had worn it everyday
for the last 5 years.
It had a wisp of green paint smears
all over it from the time I painted the kitchen walls.
It no longer held my girls up
in their attention saluting position
but at least
it kept them from hitting my knees.
Some people feel best in well-worn shoes.
Me? I prefer well worn, stretched out elastic bras.
Some bra deaths are silent
Mine wasn’t.
It was abrupt
and harsh
and happened in the frozen food isle of the grocery store.
It was there the under wire finally snapped
piercing my right breast.

3 comments:

Susan Stitch said...

Oh, how painful! But it made me laugh -- I paint in mine when no one is around and it gets paint splattered, too! The old ones are so comfy...and it's such a pain shopping for new ones!

Rhonda McKnight said...

I don't paint in mines, but I certainly should have more than two good ones. Why don't we buy more bras?

Christina Berry said...

Thanks for the post about my friend's new book and how it has a pro-life message. :-) What a funny post this is!