Dawn At The Barber Shop Poem by Kim Barney

THREE GENERATIONS OF BARBERS HAVE CUT MY HAIR...Once I said to Joe, my barber, 'Joe, there's something in your scissors that turns my hair grey. Every time you cut it, it gets a little bit greyer.' Joe replied, 'There's nothing in my scissors. You're just getting old.' That was many years ago, and my hair (what's left of it) is even more grey now, almost white. Joe's son Paul is my regular barber now, but when he is busy or not available, his daughter Dawn cuts my hair. The first time she did was a couple of years ago when Paul had a serious motorcycle accident and was incapacitated for months. It's a miracle he wasn't killed, as he was riding on a mountain road with no helmet and fell fifty feet over a guardrail. In the picture are Paul and his daughter Dawn and the barber pole inside the shop.11 January 2016