Hair of Red
Born in 1947
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
began to scream
began to shout
Her hair drew great attention
from old dears far and wide
titian with a hint of auburn
shiny and sumptuous
speckled with gold
so shy she abhorred it
old ladies adored it
as they stopped in the street
to Mother would speak
as they oohed
as they aahed
as they stroked
as they patted
ignoring the child underneath
She hated her hair
for the colour it was
and the hoards of old dears
with their oohing
and aahing
their stroking
and patting
She wanted to run
she wanted some fun
so she hatched up a plan
and with scissors in hand
she cut
she snipped
she hacked
until finally her hair
was no longer there
When Mother discovered
the damage she’d done
she screamed
and she shrieked
an attack of the vapors
sent her spiraling down
as she fell to her feet
For her beautiful girl
with her auburn hair
was now bald
not a single hair
was there
The child was delighted
no more oohing
nor aahing
no more patting
nor stroking
Over the years
her hair grew back
the shy fragile flower
she blossomed
Learning to love her auburn locks
they found her a perfect lover
This gorgeous man ~ there was no other
was rather partial to hair of red
his oohing
and aahing
his patting
and stroking
she really loved
and for 41 years they were wed
he was rather partial to hair of red...
Written 8th July 2019
I am that titian/auburn haired child…
Contest: Childhood Memories
Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Contest: You and yours
Sponsor:Brian Strand
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