Longing for LocksA Poem by Geralyn MillerTonight I am feeling forlorn, Because I miss my long hair. I know it is foolish, but I miss the way the tendrils cascaded down my back the ends tickling the ankles curve. My head feels unhappily light, relieved of the weight of years. I know it had to go, my hair tangled in the wheels of my wheelchair, wrapped around the crutches I rely upon, so the sacrifice was made hair cut to shoulderblade.
Even though some years have passed, there are days I still miss my hair. © 2011 Geralyn MillerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 26, 2011 Last Updated on January 26, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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