Itches And Burs Quotes

“Itches and Burs

There once was a mother-and-daughterly pair
Who both had an itch just beneath their long hair.
Each had a bur with the prickles attached
Under a belt at the mid of her back.

“Oh, daughter, please scratch at my itch, will you not?
And pluck out the bur—I would thank you a lot!”
“I can’t,” said the daughter, “My own bur does sting.
And try as I may I can’t reach the darn thing!”

“Oh pain!” groaned the daughter. The mom cried, “Oh drat!”
As each strained to reach her own bur at her back.
“It prickles like needles! It tickles like feathers!”
But easing the scratch was a fruitless endeavor.

The daughter about gave a sigh of despair
When all of a sudden her prick was not there.
The itch too was gone with some scritches and scrapes
Applied by old fingers in arthritic shape.

The daughter, so grateful to feel such relief,
Turned ’round to her mother and plucked out her grief.
She scratched her mom’s itch just as she had done hers.
Now neither has itches and neither has burs.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year