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No Mom, Not My Bangs”
by Bonnie May
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Oh, I can still remember the pain and the humiliation!

The picture is NOT me, her's look so much better than mine! Mine stood straight up.


 

“No Mom, Not My Bangs”
 
My hair was so thick as a child, that it had to be thinned.
My Mother would take me in the backyard & then she’d begin.
She didn’t have a thinning shears so she used dull shears.
She’d scrape it down my hair shaft until I was in tears.
 
The neighbors used to get out their lawn chairs just to see.
My Mother cutting, thinning and really scaring me.
For I would scream like crazy because it hurt so much.
They got so much enjoyment out of seeing Mom’s rough touch.
 
The thinning was the most painful but not the thing I’d dread.
It was when she cut my bangs and always what she said.
She’d start to cut my bangs saying “opps” a lot.
By the time she was finished, not one bang had I got.
 
The bangs were little stubbles they stood up in the air,
All the neighbors laughed, some would only stare.
This was their monthly entertainment, totally at my expense.
I didn’t mind so much, ‘cause back then I had no sense.
 
Written by,
Bonnie May
 
 
 
 

 



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Reviewed by Cryssa C
HAAAA! I know JUST the feeling!!

My mom only cut my hair once...after I got married...and she did it just the way you described, down to the dull scissors! My sister later tried to fix it and asked who had cut my hair. Before I could answer she told me to NEVER get my hair done at that place again... hee, hee...
But... as a child it was my dad who gave the monthly haircuts. And he had this uncanny knack of always cutting our ultra straight hair in a short page-boy cut the night before school pictures. Sigh... I thought I would NEVER live those days down! And how I dreaded those hair cutting nights!

I feel your pain, anew...

Cryssa :~)
Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Hhhhmmmmm, those neigbors...yes I am with my brother Ed, just say the word and we are goin' really bangin' them with a tire iron.
But, remembering my own painful childhood, I will hate every second of it, even today. (sometime mothers can do the most idiotic thing with a portion of good will)
Betcha you didn't that to one of your own children.

Georg
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
Would you believe that I am still fussy about my bangs. Think I have had them since I was about two or three. Cute tale out of the banks of your memory....

Be always safe,
Karen
Reviewed by E T Waldron
Oh how I remember the agony when mine were cut. I wonder why that
is;-)You write so much from the heart! Thanks Bonnie!

Love,
ET
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Delightful poem, Bonnie; always a joy reading/reviewing you! Very well penned; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
At least your Mama didn't use pinking shears - that happened to me. Once. LOL Brings back memories of my own. Well done, Bonnie!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack
I can arrange to have all them neighbors "hit" if youse wants me too...of course it will cost ya...funny memory for a funnier write...Ed
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
Boy, does this bring back memories! I recall staying a week with my mamaw...fell asleep with bubble gum in my mouth...and the next morning neighbors came from all over the neighborhood to see why I was crying. They just knew that I'd had a terrible accident! No, just mamaw cutting the gum out of my hair! I didn't have many bangs left or much hair behind my right ear! Whew, hadn't thought about that in a long time! Great write my friend! Thanks for the stroll down memory lane!
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Katie Gabrielle
gosh! sometimes Mama's are heartless with scissors! lol...I feel for ya kiddo! been there! trust me I know how you feel!!
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