Memories of forgotten girls
Sometimes straight hair, sometimes curls
Remnants of a crazy time
Behind my back, they touch the sky
Lost potential, lost on me
Can't remember why I flee
From sweetness I ran away
I hate to think about those days
Wine and dinner, glam and glitter
Butterflies sigh, birds smile and twitter
Their husbands laugh, their babies coo
Won't you smile at me too?
Hold my hand, please, mo dhu
Rose Burnett Mead
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