He wrote it as a comment, but I'm using it for a post. It's too good. And oh yeah, he's my son so he knows me all too well.
When I am a grown woman I shall wear purple cargo shorts
With a red tank top which goes well enough for Lloyd and suits me fine.
And I shall spend our hard-earned cash on blue cheese olives and Macs
And second hand shoes, and say we've no money to give the government for a war we should have never started.
I shall sit down on one of my porches with my love when I'm tired
And go to lunch with my exhusband's wife and dance when my friends play music
And celebrate my children and nieces and nephews
And make up for the responsibilities I had to carry in my youth.
I shall go out barefoot in the garden I tend in rain and shine
And pick the greens and tomatoes we've grown our own selves.
And I don't need any practice,
Because people who know me can not be shocked and surprised
When I am a grown woman and start to wear purple.