She sat on the chair,
Half inclined to turn and run,
The white reflected in the mirror
Her tresses golden and amber.
She felt a moment of hesitation,
Should she, or shouldn't she?
The final word given,
She waited for the cold blade.
Snip, snip, snip went the scissors
The tresses fell all around.
Long, brown shiny with a tint of gold,
She closed her eyes cold.
She opened and stared
Shocked-a stranger in the mirror?
Faint memory of a writer's childhood fear
Shingled hair-sign of cowardice?
She dreaded going out,
A familiar face staring?
Mocking or shocked?
She reached home,
Mom welcomed her with a smile,
She burst out with tears of regret,
Mother smiled and said,
It will grow, my love!
inner fire, heat that melted the ice- regret nice thanks
Mothers usually know how to to allay their childs impulsive actions, especially those that saddle them with rue.Solid penning...Creative storyline ~FjR~
I also wrote two poems of regret over a woman's long hair being cut, but for a different reason: she was preparing to undergo chemotherapy. See my poems: QUESTION FOR A WINDOW GAZER and AN ANSWER TO A WINDOW GAZER.
An excellent composition! Loved reading it....5 stars
How a girl bursts out when she loses her shingles golden tresses is pictorially described! . Excellent poem in brief lines.
o the regret, the grievance has been eradicated by the loving smile of mother; the motherly love can cure everything//// beautiful poem penned
Well conceived and elegantly penned. Beautiful rendition of words in a passionate piece appealingly expressed with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Jaishree and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Mother smiled and said, It will grow, my love! ... nice feelings...10 it was first to test the real love abd believed..