![]() 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
|
Stats
278 Views
4 Reviews Added on January 26, 2011 Last Updated on January 26, 2011 Author![]() Geralyn 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
|