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O’ how well I remember when I found my first grey hair.
Do you remember yours, or didn’t you really care.
Mine was in my bangs and a beauty that’s for certain.
Shinning O’ so silvery, were there more still lurking?
I searched the mirror carefully to see if there were more.
My husband came in the room through the open door.
“O’ look,” I said so proudly, “look what I have found.”
“The first grey hair upon my head, the beginning of my crown.”
He looked at it with horror, then yanked it with out thought.
Stunned, horrified and speechless, O’ the regret this had brought.
For “My grandmother’s hair of white was her crowning glory.”
“She earned every single one, throughout her whole life story.”
O’ mine’s completely gone, the beginning of my own crown.
My story will not launch yet ‘cause my husband shot it down.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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As for mine...I guess I can just say that it looks like I have silver highlights... I guess I can blame the kids. hee, hee... But my consolation is that my hubby's hair is even more silvery than mine. :~)
Cryssa
Enjoyed this delightful poem...ET
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
O' does that mean you have gone completely bald...mine seems to have started in my beard, not having kids I guess I don't have the stresses to create it, though my cousin, same age as me, is completely white...Ed
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This is just too cute, and too true. When strands of gray starting popping up here and there in my hair, I thought about dying it. But no, with six kids, everyone of them is a badge of honor, I earned them and by golly, I'm going to keep them!
Your Den Sister,
Mary