You ask me to fix your hairand talk to me while I brushof dreams and drawingsI notice how you’ve grownand wonder every time if thiscould be the last timeas you need me lessor maybedifferentlyand I am so constantly awareof my own needswhich have also grownSo we talk and dream and schemeand so farour plans include one anotherI braid and breathe your hairwhisper a little prayerthat they always will
#27 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center For New Americans. Today’s theme is HAIR.