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Mother's Crown of Pink
My mother's hair hung thick and to her waist.
But seldom did she wear it in that way,
For always in a bun she had it placed
Til it was loosed and on her pillow lay.
She oft reminds me how I said to her
As a little child, "Your hair is pink."
From how she tells this story, I infer
I must have caused her tender heart to sink.
She aged, yet grey was not upon her head.
We said, "An older woman cuts her hair."
Mom acquiesced and lost those locks rare red
She'd humbly worn for years when young and fair.
She's seventy with bobbed hair turned to brown,
And now I miss her once "pink" glory crown.
© 2002, Andrea Dietrich
Hugging has no unpleasan side effects and is all natural. There are no batteries to replace, it's inflation-proof and non-fattening with no monhly payments. It's non-taxable, non-polluting, and is, of course, fully refundable.
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In Albania nodding the head means "no" and shaking the head means "yes".
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