(based on a real encounter. PS it’s hard to take hair selfies…)
We Both Had Braids
Like wow, that’s your real hair
the young woman said,
having admired the color
and me, having noted hers
orange and pink tones
recalling a stylish dress
I wore in seventh grade,
answered – you mean the dark
and white, making grey?
I considered my mother’s
beautiful white waves
and told her how my
father’s hair had stayed
dark with silver strands
She said, you’re so lucky!
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Wonderful capture of such encounters! You are indeed lucky, and so am I. Hair that never quits, no matter what color it’s sporting, all on its own, in the moment. The selfie is really good, BTW!
Great perspective and warm rendering. Makes me smile. :) I’m on the wow-how did you get that grey strand? It grew!- end of spectrum. :D