Her Hair | Poetry

  • Mon Aug 19th, 2019 4:10pm
  • Life

By Colleen James

She would cut it Bleach it Dye it Perm it Straighten it And take it for granted

Until due to an illness She lost it

With her return to good health She would gaze in the mirror And simply stroke it

Never again to change it Ever grateful and mindful Of her narrow escape