The Modern Mom Club

Married,
Divorced,
Single.

A weekly tradition
swapping the events
of overscheduled hours
devoted to nurturing
their offspring.

Precious moments,
few and far between,
where they can shun the tireless role,
sharing a bottle of wine
and their competitive spirits.

An elite congregation,
admired by evolved men
who practice the courtesy
of maternal worship
by allowing them a brief respite
from the constant focus of their kin.

Stroking their faces,
following the creases
of wisdom and experience
tantalizing every curve and groove
so often neglected.

Their tongues lapping
every morsel allowed
for extended runs,
mother's wide awake
and opening yoga-trained legs
a little wider,
only in those certain windows
when the children are nestled and safe.

Each mother,
fair, dark or ginger,
with a story to share
and an incentive to keep
mining for another delicious incident
to keep them healthy and relevant
and to vibrate upon,
if no such disciple should step forward.

These feminine warriors
require much more than a catcall,
or a passing slap on the ass.

The rules of the collective
require that a noble effort,
a holistic celebration
be the goal,
or matters can be handled,
as they usually are,
by their own hands.