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

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.