Like the pristine face of brand-new doll
that rolls off a factory assembly line
with sparkling eyes and kissable lips,
she looks as immaculate as the Blessed Virgin Mary.
She celebrates life at the age of 90 in an unblemished face,
having never set foot into a beauty parlor.
I’m gobsmacked when I see her looking brand new.
When I’m near her, my heart begins to pound
and I growl like a lion in the Serengeti fields of Tanzania.