I remember loving these lines from “Little Girls” that seem so a propos now—
Some women are dripping with diamonds
Some women are dripping with pearls
Lucky me, lucky me, look at what I’m dripping with—
The sarcasm is delicious and I know I loved it at ten or fourteen as much as I do now. The humor is less subtle, less abstract, however, when I am literally draped in girls—with a babe in arms and a toddler nearby, insisting, that she, too, need be fed by hand.