Bed Head
Some mornings my locks are in place
but other times tis froze
as a plane tree blooms at the base
then different days are flowers from when I rose
So splendid until I replace my shirt
I have no inkling why that would matter
it's comparable to an unironed bed skirt
not so as the mirror would shatter
I do not work anymore
and my husband is retired
in regard to my employment I walked out the door
but we're secure and inspired
I relish laying down on my couch
while he sits in his computer chair
I'm there now though not a slouch
yet tonight I don't have tousled hair
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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