My Hair

By Mary E. Adair

When you have hair that grows extremely fast, Without frequent trims, a short 'do' doesn't last. Though thinking back each time I've been a bride The hairdo's been short and stylish from each side.

But after the rice had been swept from the sill Just being together was the main thrill, First hubby preferred long hair on his wife And mentioning cutting raised lots of strife

So long it grew, past my hips back then Heavy, hot, straight--I remember when. So after we parted, the first thing I did Was cut it so short my ears weren't hid.

Along came hubby two who loved my hair Perhaps because his head was mostly bare But however I wanted it, was okay with him So I let it grow long upon my own whim.

When I joined State Guard it was down mid-back And grabbing the scissors I began to hack Sooner or later the beautician took a hand So it shaped up nicely to travel the land

After ten years I folded the uniform away And began letting my hair grow that very same day. When 'Big' hair was in, I had some to share And long and full is how I wore my hair.

I kept thinking as I grew older each year I needed to go short, but had this fear That I'd look like a pinhead on top So I told my self that thinking must stop

This summer I finally made up my mind With storm after storm blowing sand from behind My hair would plaster around my face And even for breathing, I needed more space.

So it's short again! Really short this time A sudden decision without reason or rhyme I think now I like it, but who's to say Whether I'll like it day after day.

Sometimes I think it's the only way I change Though opportunities come in a wide enough range Something so personal, so 'how you see you,' Is easy to vary with a fancy hairdo.

©04/30/08 Mary E. Adair