Dorothy Riggs McCall
goes Princess Know-It-All, dazed and confused
the ways of life,
thinks her parents are total squares, boxing her
misery and strife.
complete contentment in the thick gray fog
clutters her mind,
runs off to grandmas, totally unsuspecting
the advice she’ll find.
in her rocker, on that old screechy wooden porch
red hot summer day,
her throat and digging deep in her treasure trunk
profound knowledge, these are the words she heard
you look at me you see an old grandma,
wrinkled like an old brown paper bag,
snow-white hair, bones as brittle as antique china
a chin that’s startin to sag.
done had me some times. I
done seen and done
lot of thangs. I
ain’t always been as wise as
these days, you see.
siree, sho made mistakes, but I learned from’em.
come take a trip down the Avenue of Ages
first we’ll stop at the Teen Genius.
When I was
young girl I stopped here I recall.
didn’t want to hear my parents.
was Miss Know-It-All.
then I didn’t realize that my folks knew what
best for me.
just wanted to move away, go as far North as
eye could see.
takes us to the next stop, College Town.
was glad to be here, out from under Momma
after bein here for a few years, I smartened
and saw that my ideas about my folks
this old woman’s getting tired now.
taken me back quite a ways.
But I ain’t always been wise, just like you; I
had my days of daze.”