Sitting by the mirror
By my mum
She asked me
What I wanted done.
I hadn't yet seen
A decade on Earth
Of hair.
I didn't know 'very short'
Meant a dodgy bob.
~
I had recently had a haircut
Nothing wrong with the result
Amongst the fact
It didn't suit.
So my blue crafting scissors
Flew to chop
Quite a few strands.
My mum warned me
When I was playing ping pong
With my dad
That she wouldn't be happy
With more hairs down the
Back of the piano
Rather than my scalp.
~
My first trip
To the barbershop
Was a crucial time
To fix what had
Gone wild.
My hair curled
In an awkward way
With my sloping fringe
Like I'd been attacked
So the barber
Couldn't stop saying
'Tut tut'
As he looked
At my dad's 'son'
Who would always
Stand out.
Terry
YOU ARE READING
I Remember Those Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~
