HAIR! HAIR!

HAIR! HAIR!

de Ma
couldn't bear to part
with any of me

not allowing circumcision
or indeed
the cutting of hair

and so my curls
cascade over
my tiny shoulders

until one day
de Da kidnapped  me
for my first haircut

the cut curls
falling at my feet
"There now!" said me Da

he made me swear
I wouldn't tell
me Ma

I kept my word
yet somehow she
knew

locked herself
in her room
for a week

refusing to
even speak
with me poor auld Da

and yet I survived
the shearing
and lived to tell

the tale
lost now
in time

I now an auld fella
curls cascading over
my elderly shoulders