Best Barrette Poems

The girl in the red barrette
Silently walking downtown
Lifting her hair over top
To watch it slide down

Russell Sivey...

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mom placed baby’s breath
in my hair
on my wedding day

my hair she’d squeeze
out in the sink
in childhood no need for ink
i’d think ‘ouch’

‘ouch’ the pain
she laid helpless
on her hospice bed
with merely a couple strands

so brave
she said goodbye to hair
knowing it would grow back

it grows back in...

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