Farewell to Hair

Terri Hanson
From The Cancer Poetry Project (Karin B. Miller, editor), Copyright © 2001 Fairview Press
Last Modified: October 6, 2002

I stood outside on a windy day
and ran my fingers through my hair.
Long strands of silky threads
blew across the lawn.
They glistened in the sun,
too many to count.

I imagined a nest,
lined with my mane,
woven by a mama bird.
The babies nestled,
snug inside,
warmed by my fallen tresses.

Now on the wintry nights,
when my head is cold
I pull my wool cap
over my ears and smile
as I dream of baby birds
sleeping in my hair.

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