There's a brush that's in your bathroom
A comb and blower too
A toothbrush and your makeup
To remind me of you.
They are there just as you left them
Spread upon a lonely shelf
And I see a lonely mirror
Which no longer reflects yourself.
Yet when I look into the bathroom
I hear a song of joy
And see you as you busied
For a date with a particular boy.
For a bathroom holds many secrets
Especially when you're a teen
Spread with its lotions and potions
To turn you into a Queen.
© Helen Catherine Cramer
28th November 1981
Photography © Helen Catherine Cramer
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