Our Hair, Our Dare, and Our Years

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.