Dawn At The Barber Shop - Poem by Kim Barney
Years ago, I went to Joe
When my hair was in need of a trim.
He cut my hair, and I didn't care
To go to any other but him.
I would have no other at all
But then... along came Paul.
I soon would discover, like many another,
Although he was only a lad,
He was just as good as his dad!
Now, Paul has a daughter
And it looks like he taught her
All of his barbering tricks.
She likes it so much, and sure has the touch!
We pay her, but she works for kicks.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Once I said to Joe, my barber, 'Joe, there's something in your scissors that turns my hair grey. Every time you cut it, it gets a little bit greyer.'
Joe replied, 'There's nothing in my scissors. You're just getting old.'
That was many years ago, and my hair (what's left of it) is even more grey now, almost white.
Joe's son Paul is my regular barber now, but when he is busy or not available, his daughter Dawn cuts my hair. The first time she did was a couple of years ago when Paul had a serious motorcycle accident and was incapacitated for months. It's a miracle he wasn't killed, as he was riding on a mountain road with no helmet and fell fifty feet over a guardrail.
In the picture are Paul and his daughter Dawn and the barber pole inside the shop.
11 January 2016
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