Best Birthday Present
It was day one in August- I turned eight years old
and visiting my grandparents awhile.
I called them Nonna and Nonno;
with them, I loved to stay.
My Nonna had just finished braiding my long hair;
again I said, "these braids- I truly hate!"
As we so often did, Nonno and I head straight
to take a walk and breathe in the fresh air
at a small park across the way.
But, there, we did not go.
I looked at him and he looked back with a big smile.
Into his old-time barbershop, we strolled.
Needless to say, excitement filled me uncontrolled!
My hair was soon to be a brand new style!
Like magic, braids fell down below-
new me- my eighth birthday!
At first, my Mom beheld me with an angry stare-
but, then was thankful- I indeed looked great!
December 27, 2020
Contest: A Little Memory - My Invented Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rhyme Pattern ABCDEF FEDCBA ABCDEF
Syllables Per Verse: 12/10/8/6/12/10
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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