Who Remembers

Who remembers?

Pretty as a pic

I remember that night
When I was six
Curlers tightly set
My head hurt a bit

Sleepy and tired
I awoke with a fright
I cried “Mom my curlers
Are pinching me tonight ”

With a hop skip and a jump
She came to my aid
“We must suffer to be beautiful”
Her soothing voice said

She put some ponds cold cream
Into the palms of my hands
We rubbed our hands together
To help me forget

Never mind the mere pinches
That danced on my head
I thought about tomorrow
I’d be beautiful by then

Kelly S Griswold

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