Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

OctPoWriMo 13: My Mother . . .

My mother was a Hollywood starlet
until she had three daughters.
I was the oldest,
tall, nerdy, and wore glasses.
My sister, one year younger, was like our mother.
When she walked into a room,
everyone else was invisible.
That didn't bother me.
I was already invisible.
My baby sister, an afterthought,
came along ten years later.
I mothered her even after
our mother died.


  1. Oh your mother was such a beauty.You may have been nerdy but you scored a wonderful Prince and I hope you know how lucky that is.

    1. Believe me, I know. Still nerdy, but I'm grateful every day! Thank you for reading and commenting. I don't often write about those early days. And this morning, the sun is shining!