The MakeUp Drawer

Just Like Mommy

By Margaret BrennanPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

THE MAKEUP DRAWER

I polished the nails on my fingers and toes.

I straightened my hair when I took out the bows.

A small rub of blush was applied to each cheek.

Did I hear a voice? Did I just hear mom speak?

The voice that I heard kept coming in flashes.

Ignoring it, I painted black stuff on my lashes.

Rich black mascara on the bottom and top!

Oh! There’s that voice saying I’d better stop!

But wait, I’m not done! With my hands on my hips,

I know what I need – bright red cream on my lips!

Just about finished. There’s a loud anguished cry –

Mom’s now in the room screaming “Why, oh my, why??”

She looked at the face of her four-year old child –

Then held out her arms and soon hugged me and smiled.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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