School pictures can be angst or fun
With memories of joy or regrets.
You wore your nice dress, gave a big smile
For one captured moment, your best.
But sometimes those moments
Were less than sublime
Sometimes they captured
A miserable time
When you tried to create
What wasn’t there
I pleaded and begged
“Mom, please cut my hair.”
I want my hair cut
Just like Sara Grace
All nice and smooth
Every hair in its place.
“But I don’t know how,”
My mother protested,
“To cut fancy hairdos.”
But I was persistent.
So Mom cut my hair
Evened it up with my chin
But I wanted it shorter
And it had to curve in.
Against her good judgement
She did as I asked her
While this bad hair experiment
Turned into disaster.
“What happened to your hair?”
Asked the girls, “Why’d you do it?”
I could only reply
That we tried but we blew it.
When the pictures came back
It was just as I feared
The smile was quite brave
But the hair was right weird!
Hmm, well you asked for it, and she did her best…
Always be careful what you ask for. I love the poem Janice. Well done.
You are so right, Carolyn. I really pushed her to cut it. I wanted a short cute haircut so badly.