The Pink Toothbrush - Poem by Marilyn Lott
'Is this pink toothbrush yours, grandma? '
My granddaughter asked me
'No, it is grandpa's, ' I said
She looked at me quizzically.
'Grandpa has a pink toothbrush? '
Shock was written on her face
Pink was only for girls
A boy to use pink was a disgrace.
“Don't worry honey, it's our secret
That grandpa's toothbrush is pink.”
She put her finger to her lips
And I gave my sweet girl a wink.
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