She sat there on the stairs
Fiddling around with her hair
Blonde, curly, every strand
Felt the warmth of her hand
She would sit there in a daze
Twirling her hair throughout the day, never went outside to play
She did not care to dance nor prance
The swirly princess on the step
Holding her breath with each prep
I wrote this a couple years ago and entered it in a contest. This was inspired by my youngest who at the age of three was diangnosed with Leukemia. She lost her hair twice and she wore a wig briefly. The first time she lost her hair she didn't really care, she agreed it's just hair and it will grow back, but the second time devastated her. Her hair has grown back since then. She has been cancer free for four years.
