When Mother's rich uncle in Denver died
and left everything to her,
she took it as a sign
that we were meant to leave
"that dirty farm" and
"those ignorant farm wives" behind.
I missed the class picture,
but Marjorie wrote and told me
how Jack masterminded
a plan to become
as famous as his siblings.
I wish I had been there to remind
him -- be happy with what you are
and what you've got.
Sometimes good enough is just fine.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
The girl with the curls is Dorothy
And that other one,
with the dark hair, no curls,
way off on the right side,
actually part way out of the picture
in the navy, too big,
(made over from a dress
Ma found in the church mission box)
"Look at all this lovely cloth," Ma said
"why would someone throw that out?"
and I knew right then
that not only was I not going
to have curls like Dorothy
but my dress was going to be ugly too.
Do you see how I'm kind of scowling?
I will not stay here on the plains
where the day to day ordinariness
of life in a homemade dress with no curls
sucks the life out of you
the same way the hot prairie winds
suck the life out of the seeds
Pa tries to grow
Someday, I'll be the girl with the curls
and the store bought dress.
Someday, I'll be like Dorothy.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2016