My Granddaughter Dresses Boho
She is young, and it is twenty twenty two
I was not expecting her to dress like a Bohemian
Not realizing it is the style, as I am older and not stylish now
She is my granddaughter, and is musical
Another surprise since I cannot clap on rhythm
She is darling in her bell bottoms and her fringed vest
She would have fit in nicely on the Sonny and Cher show
She could slide into 1971 with ease, no one would notice her
She picks up the guitar and takes me back fifty years
I love this “new” old look.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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