Grandma

Those Petticoats...those Petticoats,
I saw my grandma wear.
So often from the attic,
I came creeping down the stair.

All dressed up in grandma's things,
With funny high-topped shoes.
My sisters in the lower rooms,
Screeched out in shrieking boos.

My hair was piled upon my head,
I wore her corset, too.
My bustle that I dragged behind,
Was padded tufts of blue.

The bloomers was a great, big laugh,
And O...so very full.
All I could do from time to time,
Was give the things...a pull.

If grandma...just could see me now,
In petticoats that whirl.
I know she'd put both arms about,
And say, "I was her girl".

E.P. 1908 - 1989