Monday, July 12, 2010

Daisies

"Daisy Duke," Stuart smiles the words and I eat them up. I wear a white shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts, shorts that cover over middle-aged hips and thighs; Stuart pats my behind as I scoot by with an armload of laundry. "Daisy Duke." Beauty fades but he finds it still.






I grin at him over folded clothes, "I'm so thankful for you." A girl wants to be beautiful to the man she loves. The words sound sweeter with age.

All day he calls me Daisy except when he channels Morgan Freeman, "You're lookin' fine, Miss Daisy." Then I forget the day's honey and I just want to whack him with my handbag.

3 comments:

Bethany, aka 40winkzzz said...

:-)
somehow being called "daisy duke" and being called "miss daisy" just aren't quite the same thing...

LaughingLady said...

Haha, this is too funny! Oh, Kate, how I've missed your writing!!!

Heather C said...

LOL! :)