Modesty is not
Dresses and scarves
But action and thought
Gentle and measured.
I wear a satin scrunchie
On my wrist, it reminds me
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
There is strength in softness
I do not hide the beauty of femininity.
As my scrunchie is kind to my skin,
So am I in word and action.
I refrain from idle gossip
And do not speak ill of
my family, friends and neighbours.
If I slip in word or thought,
I adjust my scrunchie
And quietly try again.
Categories:
scrunchie, christian, encouraging, faith, woman,
Form: Free verse
Oh circular scrunchie
How are you ?
You have been tangled up in women’s hair
For far too long
Scratching the long curly beads
Of millions of youngish females worldwide
For decades now
Connecting brunettes blondes and redheads alike
Protecting the very fabric of femininity
Women’s scalps
Oh bless you oh scrunchie
You are a true survivor
A true victor
Worthy of many accolades
A symbol of strong women everywhere
No more need for Bobby pins
Ponytails are a thing of the past
Long live the scrunchie!
Hair today and here tomorrow!
Categories:
scrunchie, fashion,
Form: Prose Poetry
When you’re the mom you carry the purse,
That’s the natural rule of the universe.
To a mom a purse is more than a bag,
It’s a safety net when the world starts to sag.
The pockets hold things that her family might need,
Like a granola bar with sunflower seed.
There’s a half eaten cookie and a clean pair of socks,
And a tool her grandfather gave her to set cuckoo clocks.
There’s a broken dolly in need of repair,
And a bright orange scrunchie to pull back her hair.
There are aspirins and band-aids and a coupon book,
Redeemable for vacations that never got took.
And way at the bottom is a memory of a girl,
Who would dress so young and gaily twirl.
In those days she carried a purse so small,
A dainty little bag hardly anything at all.
As she takes out the memory and starts to go through it,
She breaks out in a grin because there’s a sucker stuck to it.
She remembers what that girl wanted most for her life,
Was to one day be a mom and a good man’s wife.
Each memory she touches she remembers with pleasure,
And each item she carries becomes a small treasure.
That’s why when you’re the mom you carry the purse,
It’s the natural rule of the universe.
Categories:
scrunchie, funny, mom, memory, memory,
Form: Light Verse