Underneath the
hair
I knew my son
was lurking there.
Scissors in my
hand
I prepare to
make my stand.
I grasp a
clump & pull it tight -
at least two
inches would make this right!
I heft my
scissors & employ the blade.
My son moans,
trembling & afraid.
"Not TOO
much, Mom!" he demands,
but the
scissors I alone command!
He hears the
snip & jumps in fear.
"Quickly,
brother, bring a mirror!"
"Oh, my
God!" I gasp anew.
"It IS
true - your eyes ARE blue!"
This one done,
vacates the chair.
The next son
awaits me there.
My hands are
fully warm & ready
if only his
head he would keep steady!
"Have you washed this hair in recent history?"
He shrugs his shoulders - it is a mystery.
Now his head he needs to tip
so that I can
attach the clips.
"Stop that slouching!" I complain.
He
over-corrects, just to be a pain.
"Please, bend forward just a bit."
"Gee-zuz,
Mom, when will you quit?"
"If you would just do as I say,
we might get
this done today!"
I comb his hair back from the crown,
HA! - I KNEW this ones eyes were BROWN!
Looking now, at each son,
I am glad that
we are done!
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