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!
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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Thank you. Why they should grow, I don’t know, but it’s pesky nuisance.
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I’m all about comfort. Love your play with scruffy – and your transition from child to grandmother!
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Tatterdemalion! Exactly so! 🙂 What fun! Enjoy the visit 🙂
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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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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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That should be ‘they’ as in the strays.
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The second one made me laugh. Spud refused to kiss my mother for years because of her wrinkles 🙂
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Grandkids notice everything… and have no qualms about asking. Me, too, Viv – comfort every time and sensible shoes!
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Comfort is key in my book!
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There are worse things than a bristly chin – imagine hairs sprouting from warts!
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Ouch
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I have a 30-yr-old Christmas outfit with a skirt….
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Really laughing. I didn’t know another me existed, clothes-wise!
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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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So, it seems appearance does come before comfort on some occasions!
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Not so much appearance – more the shame at the bristly chin!
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