Hair Poem by Nancy Terrell

HAIR


Hair is power
So the Rastas say
Long curling trellises
Revealing lives past & future

Forever back and foreword
My hair cares not
The power it gives
To others than I

The pleasure is mine
Of his brushing it's length
After a night of fulfillment
Into a morning of wonder

Then again each strand
Lovingly brushed after sunrise
The mirror decides
The style for the day

Do other grandmothers
Have golden tresses down their backs
To fondle and caress
Now that all lovers are gone

Senior citizen am I
With a heart that is twenty
And a brain that encompasses
Almost all that is new

Power hair cascading
Far beyond my shoulders
Locks that allude & hide my knowing
Yesterday's goddess - forever now present