Hubby's Hair Cut

A corner shop, a busy street your mother's hand, your dragging feet I can almost set the scene.......A messy rack of magazines, A barber pole, some shaving cream, and jars of greasy Brilliantine I try to picture you back then, How many barbers have there been? Your rosy cheeks, eyes shining bright, above the crisp white cloth so tight, around your neck. (You hated that!) A squirmy worm, but there you sat Your daddy waits to pay the bill Darn it, won't you please hold still?!! Today there's less to take off top Behind you, I have snipped and cropped My scissors fold and I must stop and for a moment I was there... and saw that small boy in the chair