Mama's Lipstick
by Cassie Memmer

When I was a child, I'd go to Mama's room,
Watch her put make-up on and smell her sweet perfume.

But my favorite thing of all that she used,
Were the bright ruby colors in shiny little tubes.

I'd watch as she'd study each tube in the row,
to see which one matched her dress just so.

Colors so wonderful, pink, orange, and reds,
She'd pick out one, "I'll wear this," she said.

Oh the thrill of watching the cap come off,
Seeing the color rise, both firm and soft.

What care she used touching her lips just so,
Then blotting with a tissue, for reasons I didn't know.

"Please, Mama," I'd beg, "I want some too!"
And she'd pretend to touch my lips with that magic little tube.

When older Mama gave me my first tube of gloss,
How excited I was to wear that bit of frost!

As I grew up, and the years flew by,
I bought lipsticks galore -- always new colors to try.

And now that I'm older, with a little girl of my own,
Those words, I hear again, with a begging tone.

"Mama, please...., give me some too,
I want to be pretty just like you!"

So I draw the tube close to her sweet little lips,
And we pretend she's wearing her Mama's lipstick.


Cassie Memmer May 2001

Cassie Memmer is a writer from southern Indiana.  You may find more of her articles at:
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