when
I was young
my
hair was thick,
curly
and wild
I
often wished it
was
tamer with
smooth
strands
now
that I am older
time
and nature
thinning
many
of
those strands
I
often look back
wishing
I still had
those
thick curls
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #96: Wild Monday
Isn't that the way with ageing? In our youth we could hardly wait to be old enough to drink, to vote, to get out of the house, to . . . on and on and on. Now...I am content with my grey undyed hair that is naturally curly - I threw out my hairdryer and gave up trying to straighten it. I am content with a more natural look now. I look back and see all the time spent in trying to look like others, like the popular girls, like the movie stars in the magazines etc. What a waste. Much nicer now...I am me.
ReplyDeleteI prefer the wild look of my youth as well until I remember all the mistakes I made.
ReplyDeleteI feel exactly the same way!
ReplyDeleteI’m so glad you went with wild hair! I’ve always wanted thick, curly hair. I hope you have photographs of your luscious hair.
ReplyDeleteoh adulting. i love the sense of honesty in your poem.
ReplyDeleteOh! god . I can so much relate to this poem. I have faced the same situation. My hair too was thick and curly and how I wished it to be straight and light. But now ,that it is receding, I wish the mack..
ReplyDeleteI think some of my hair migrated down to my upper lip and chin from my hairline.
ReplyDeleteOh... I can understand that... I am happy to still have some decent hair.
ReplyDeleteThis is so wonderful. You had me looking in the mirror, feeling those words.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for your kind words
ReplyDeleteWe never seem to want what we have at the time.
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