I was a scruffy child, a tatterdemalion,
always told to “go and change –
you can’t go out like that.”
A not-much-smarter old lady now –
comfort prized way above style –
Mum looks down from heaven and sighs
“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.”

And another change:
La barbe de Grandmère,*
torn out with an ouch
and a wince of hot wax today,
so that grandson can kiss
her newly-soft cheek
when he comes visiting on Friday.

*Grandma’s beard.
written for Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryout.  She wants us to work on synonyms for change.  My mind strayed, as usual!


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17 Responses to Transformation?

  1. It’s a wonderful day. I’ve learned a new word and it suits me too. Tatterdemalion, love it. I know all about the pesky whiskers. Long stray white hairs coming out of my chin. I don’t care but they bother others so if I can see them, I pull them. Loved the poem.

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  2. Mr. Walker says:

    I’m all about comfort. Love your play with scruffy – and your transition from child to grandmother!

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  3. restlessjo says:

    Tatterdemalion! Exactly so! 🙂 What fun! Enjoy the visit 🙂


  4. I’m smiling so big it hurts. Those darn barbes! No worry about the blog thing. I’ve been encountering some mysterious things, too…especially when trying to comment on Google blogs. I won’t express my opinion of Google. Ha!

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  5. julespaige says:

    We are blessed to be a part of our grandchildren’s lives.
    I hope you have a wonderful visit.

    I had a few long strays on the chin… but I kept plucking them out. I think they finally got the idea…and haven’t returned in a long while. *…so she says and then just waits for tomorrow and the return just out of spite…*

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  6. The second one made me laugh. Spud refused to kiss my mother for years because of her wrinkles 🙂

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  7. Grandkids notice everything… and have no qualms about asking. Me, too, Viv – comfort every time and sensible shoes!

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  8. Comfort is key in my book!

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  9. There are worse things than a bristly chin – imagine hairs sprouting from warts!

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  10. I have a 30-yr-old Christmas outfit with a skirt….

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  11. whimsygizmo says:

    What a charming piece! 🙂
    I love this word: tatterdemalion
    And I, too, am comfort over style every time. LOVE the grandson visual.

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  12. tialys says:

    So, it seems appearance does come before comfort on some occasions!

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