Friday, August 2, 2019

Mother's Day 1939

“Take out the crib and leave the playpen, Doc.
The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
on his little sister’s pale enough to shock

Coco Chanel

Coco Chanel I think I’ll write a love poem to Coco Chanel She’s with me in this pandemic I can taste her on my lips She goes o...