Who Remembers

Who remembers?

Pretty as a pic

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

Sleeping very soundly
When I woke up with a fright
I cried “Mom my curlers!”
They’re pinching me tonight”

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

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 upon my head
I thought about tomorrow
I’d be beautiful by then

Kelly S Griswold

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