My mom and her stylish grandmothers 

My mom and her stylish grandmothers 

THE DIRTY THIRTIES

They were the knowing girls 

The three-day curls

The penny scrape 

And always pearls 

 

They kept ship-shape

Squished kids in cars

Rationed Wax Bottles and heartache

Ignored the stars 

 

Stopped wasteful  

Wasteful yearning and waning 

Because luck kissed the ladies

         who never pecked for a clover or yelled into a well

         just complaining