A girl from another town, near my age,
Came to visit her grandfather every summer
And her sweet double step-grandmother.
We played at being grown-up movie stars
With names no one local could claim kin to.
I like the sound of Stone,
And she chose Cavendish.
It was a year when calm beauty was admired:
Remember Rochelle Hudson?
My friend's mother, beautiful and divorced,
Looked exactly like Norma Shearer.
I could easily see the resemblance
And was relieved not to be her daughter.
[Undated poem by Virginia McKinnon Mann. Pictured above: Rochelle Hudson (left) & Norma Shearer (right).]
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