Ponies

You ask me to fix your hair

and talk to me while I brush

of dreams and drawings

I notice how you’ve grown

and wonder every time if this

could be the last time

as you need me less

or maybe

differently

and I am so constantly aware

of my own needs

which have also grown

So we talk and dream and scheme

and so far

our plans include one another

I braid and breathe your hair

whisper a little prayer

that they always will

#27 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center For New Americans. Today’s theme is HAIR.