Betty O’Hearn wrote this poem.
My Pink Trimline Princess Telephone
By Betty O’Hearn
smiles at me in the dark,
It caresses my ear as my
warm hand holds it tight.
On many sleepless nights
next to a snoring sister,
I have no one to call but
pick it up to hear the
dialtone on my pink
trimline telephone.
Light casts a shadow
on the wall in front of
glass tanks that hold
my sister’s snakes.
I love it. The snakes were a lovely surprise!