no cornrows with beads
for her & no threaded hair
but the long coiled twists
those twists are rasta
fingercombed to sleek ripples–
war over, we twist
no cornrows with beads
for her & no threaded hair
but the long coiled twists
those twists are rasta
fingercombed to sleek ripples–
war over, we twist
War over, we twist inspired line
thanks–taking pictures to prove I can MAKE her sit still…
Very cool poem and very cool hair… 🙂
Hee, hee. Thank you. I tried to take a pic but she wouldn’t let me…
This reminds me of my granddaughters when they were little ones – around 7. Always the question to twist or braid. You haiku brought them back to me. Thank you.
🙂 Thanks, Elle. She is picky as anything, but what fun when we agree what I am going to do to her head for the weekend…
Sounds like a boatload of fun. So vivid in the imagining…
Thanks, Nelle. While I was writing this, Zoe was accusing me of writing something about her because I was smiling 😉
Trust her intuition…:-)
I definitely do–she gets it from her mommy…now THAT’S genetic 😉
Hair wars – hair wavy like twisting DNA!
LOL, yes! I told her I either needed to twist it or trim it. Talk about threats…
A unique take on the prompt … wonderfully done Susan 🙂
Thanks, GS! Happened to be thinking of the prompt while wrestling with my daughter, and then her hair!
Lovely ‘twist’ on the prompt!! How I miss those days of fixing my girls hair!!
Thanks, Barbara–turning into more of a battle daily–who knows how much longer she will let me do it…
No battles and twists for me. It is close croping all the way. 🙂 A nice one, Susan
I keep threatening her with that as an option!
Well, I have no option here because they are all boys, three terrible tykes. 🙂
triply blessed. They will not argue with you about their hair! Having one of each, I am shocked by the ease of young male maintenance.
Not argue? Huh! Easy maintenance yes, but please, sometimes, I am scared to go home after work. They know more than me.
LOL! Of course. When I was 15 my mother knew nothing. I was amazed at how wise she got by the time I was 25 though…