A Place For Me Poem by Tinus Erasmus

A Place For Me



There is a place
I love to be,
A place of peace,
A place for me,
Calm sounds fill the air,
Happiness is all I see,
Songs is all you hear,

Massaging my head,
Washing my hair,
No blow-drying but a towel instead,
Scissors cut through my hair,
Gossip hanging in the air
But that is the place for me,
It is there
In that place
Where I do my hair.

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