My mother is horrible at hair

It is a poem, kinda. Mostly a stories. Sorry if its bad.

My mother is horrible at hair.

I can still feel my ears being pulled back as she braids down my scalp.

 

When I was a young girl, and I was sad, I would ask her to play with my hair until I fell into wonderland in her lap. She would carefully move my hair away from my ears and watch her shows.

 

When I was older and sobbing I would hide away in my room, thinking that my mother would think poorly of me for crying over something as simple as dropping a cup of water.

 

I didn’t realize what was wrong until I couldn’t remember the color of my mothers eyes. My hiding needed to end. My uneventful day and sleepless night needed to be told.

 

One night, while the house was quite other than the back round noise of the television I creep out of my room unable to stop the tears from running down my face.

 

My mother was sitting on the couch, while reading one of her “mom books,”

 I drag my feet, covering my face, and gapping for air to fill my lungs

I slump into the space next to her

She puts her phone down and knows just what to do.

She slowly started to comb through my hair putting it behind my ear

 

I started to feel okay again.

I will always remember the night that I had been hiding in my room all day. Mother started to realize I wasn’t going to be coming out that day and decided to join me for a bit.

While we sat there watching the tv on the wall I started to think all my problems would go away and I would feel okay again if she played with my hair.

She got up and left the room to quick for me to ask.

 

After dinner that night I took my shower and while standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair I get the idea to ask her.

 

I catch her right as she walks in the back door.

I ask her knowing how much my head will hurt during, but I don’t care.

 

I know that my mother is bad at hair,  but I wouldn’t ask her to make my braid lose.

 

Reviews

[Adesanya Yewande]

nice poem but to me it doesn't feel as if the poet mother is horrible at hair cause whenever she touch her hair she feels okay but still good write up