Hair

M.E.M.

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 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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  • Doggerel Dave

    Google won't translate.

    • M.E.M.

      Try now

      • Doggerel Dave

        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?

        • M.E.M.

          Cancer is gone and hair is already pixie cut length

          • Doggerel Dave

            Great! Thanks for letting me know.

            Goes without saying - Have a an enriched and full life..

            PS: you may come to like pixie length - easy maintenance and you as a person are no different (ignore this!).



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