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Once
When I was 12 my Mom
read one of my poems to her
best friend, Anna Henderson.
Anna said, " Mark my words,
Margie, that girl is going to go
be somebody someday."
Course that was way before Bill's
dollywatcher and my guygrabber met up
in the deep end of the swimming pool,
that summer before I went off to college.
Water did not prevent what it was suppose to.
I started my freshman year as 2 not 1.
By the time I figured out that my vomiting
had nothing to do with homesickness, it was
"stuck in the pool disease",
Bill had moved on to fall sports.
I had moved into fallen woman status.
Right before I got shipped off
to my Uncle Dick's to preserve the family honor,
I heard Mom asking Anna if I would ever
be somebody now, and Anna replied,
"I just don't know, Marge, I just don't know."
Two years later the red headed Henderson girl joined
me in giving away a grandchild.
Margie and Anna blamed themselves,
they hadn't known what all the damn
bragging could spawn.
ã Aug 2001 Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
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