I wish I could capture its softness in a photograph
The words compiling the English language do not do its color justice
Nor could I compare it to a summer breeze or fresh linen
It is a sight to marvel at
A sight to inspire creativity from the stylist as they sculpt it into something astounding
My hair is just my hair, but it is the part of my body I love the most
And I will be sad to see it go.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: March 30th, 2023 08:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Today is the anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. In honor of that I’m posting this poem about what my hair meant to me. Created: 4/16/22 | Comments are welcome
- Category: Sad
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Good job.
I understand (sort of) how much folks hair can be a part of their identity. I did after all go through the Sixties and Seventies...You have made a very simple but telling tribute.
Cancer now in remission, or gone? Hair on it's way back?
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