Granma said I had her hands.
From Mom, I got her hair;
In fact, I got her everything
But not her everywhere.
Daddy said we both could talk
‘Bout science or the sky.
Aunty found her backside’s home
And hips’, above my thighs.
Granpa gave me both my ears
And then he gave his nose;
If I had known, I’d’ve passed them by
And just gone with his clothes.
Unca thought we laughed the same
At similar, odd jokes.
Great grammie said, “Jes’ be yerself,
“Don’ blame yer looks on folks!”
She’s one to scouff;
She’s got my mouth.
©2021 Chel Owens
In response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt:
January 14, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about dressing up. It can be a child or another character. Be playful or go where the prompt leads!
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