Mama Says

I have some pretty vivid memories of having my hair "dealt with" as a child.
I was inspired to write this short poem tonight,
as I did my own daughter's hair.
I hope you enjoy it. :)

Mama Says

Mama says

It’s time

Drags me to the kitchen chair

Tsks at the sight

Of my unruly hair

Mama says

Everyone is looking

At my nappy hair

Still I scream

I just don’t care

Mama says

Quit your tears!

My brothers stare

As she pulls

On my naughty hair

Mama says

I’m all done

I flee the chair

With stinging scalp

But beautiful hair

Mama says

Some day

I’ll thank her.

But I

don’t care

what Mama says

As I hide

Beneath the stairs

Clutching doll

Sucking thumb

With

                Beautiful hair