The Hairdresser Poem by Lynne Howard
The Hairdresser
What secrets are revealed
Whilst mirrored in that chair
All caped or gowned and waiting
For the trusted hairdresser to share
As scissors work at a frenzy
Feverishly between cuts and snips
She listens intently with friendly ear
Empathy at her finger tips
Day after day, week after week
So many tales does she acquaint
Remaining focused in the task at hand
But with the patience of a saint
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4/24/2024 7:08:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting perspective on the work and patience of a hairdresser in poetic verses......