Up Do-ed Hair

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Up do-ed hair
Perfect makeup
Tonight will be
The best night ever

“What time
is the dance?”
Mama asks.
“Eight o’clock”

Making faces
In the mirror
I can’t wait
Just three hours

“Come here
you need to know”
Mama says.
“What’s up?”

Running down
Beige carpeted stairs
Through the white
Glass door in front

“Read this
it’s important”
Mama says.
“What is it?”

White sheet
Black letters
This doesn’t look
So important

“Have you
read the note?”
Mama asks.
“Give me a minute”

Through the
Long paragraphs
Makeup lined eyes
Start to run

“Yes, sweetie
it’s true”
Mama says.
“But how?”

Death happened
Five months previous
My very first
Best friend

“I’ll let you
be alone”
Mama says.
I’m speechless

White sheet
Black letters
Blurred by
My raindrop tears

“Don’t cry;
your makeup!”
Mama says.
“I don’t care.”

Through the white
Glass door in front
Running up
Beige carpeted stairs

Mama’s speechless
She walks away
I crawl under the
Chicago Cubs blanket

My very first
Best friend
Five months previous
Death happened.

Up do-ed hair
Smeared makeup
Tonight will be
The worst night ever





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