Observations of a Mother: Optimistic Smoker  
by Hope Czbas

Sittin’ in your green chair

You smoke your cigarette

Your lips gently secure

The filter lets in all

The poisons of your

Nicotine addiction

As you elegantly

Soooooo elegantly inhale

Your pains, sorrows, and

Hopes for a better tomorrow

The power of that

Loooong

White

Cigarette

From the golden box

Bought at the corner store

Fills you with

Joy,and brief satisfaction

Before exhaling

Exhaling everything that’s burnin’

Smoke sweetly comes out of your mouth

To join the smog surrounding

You and that green chair

If only all along you’d known you were inhaling and exhaling

Not only the poisons of her cigarette

But her life as well

Right above your

Flush colored lips is your nose

The sacred ground where your glasses rest

Just upon the ridge of your cartilage

Gold frames and clear glasses

Let eyes see what not only

Your world but

My planet

And our universe

With in the galaxy

Attempts to shield from

blind eyes

yet

you always see the truth

pass those golden frames

and clear lenses,

are big beautiful eyes

deep within you can see

the faith,

pain,

tears,

trials,

and vexations

of this strong

Independent

Caramel skin women

Who sits on her green chair

In a moo moo

Smoking her problems away.

How she sits

Ponderin’ the corners of her mind

While drinkin’ down the sins

Of a thousand souls

And still feeling a thirst

As if a million more would have moisturized

Her soul

And helped her stay afloat

In this

PESTIMISTIC world