Goldilocks Zone
Halfway through my life I changed my hair
from dark to light, which fits. My skin is fair!
I had it bleached, and I never knew what would
transpire eventually; it was not good!
One day I showered, and my hair stayed dry!
It crumbled in my fingers! I could cry.
I had to cut it short and grow it out.
New ways to change I had to think about.
My daughter is my hair stylist, and she
knows how important “color” is to me.
My roots are now half grey; I’m kind of old.
But I still love and want that look of gold.
An auburn hue she gives me with blonde streaks.
It stays that way a few months. Then grey peeks.
I’m also glad how long my hair has grown.
Often I return to Goldilocks Zone.
March 27, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Goldilocks Zone Contest
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