Our Hair, Our Dare, and Our Years
A short poem
Countless threads, weightless
Unfold myriad memories, priceless
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A baby’s crown
So bare and pure
Mother’s initial touch
Brimming with tender care
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A little girl’s smile glows
Intertwined into the braids
Secured upon the bows
Revealing her growing character
Showcased through the ribbons she wears
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The teenage boy’s bold declaration
Messy look craving genuine admiration
Dyed or natural
A tumultuous internal battle
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The old married couple stare into the reflective glass
Every strand that still stands testifies to time’s swift pass
Acceptance blooms without fear
On life’s stage, a grand premiere
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This poem was originally published on Medium.
About the Creator
Stella Yan PhD
PhD in Physics. Residing in the US. Deeply engaged in the exploration of math, science, and personal introspection; truly amazed by the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human mind.
Comments (1)
This was so wonderful! Loved your poem!