An October Memory:
One late Fall afternoon when I was a kid my little Sister was walking around our front yard picking flowers.
She held a small bunch them in her chubby little six year old hand and I remember that she started to sing:
Mama Had A Baby And It’s Head Popped Off
And then with a flick of her finger the head of the flower shot up into the air and then it hit the ground.
I asked my Sister why she was doing that to the flowers and she turned to me and said:
Anita Had A Baby And It Had No Head.
that belongs to all of my Octobers.