Poem

Today I found a silver hair
And I decided to keep it there
Because silver things are pretty, too
And my husband already has a few.

Today I did a dangerous thing-
I picked my daughter up to bring
Her into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
At first I cringed and squirmed beneath
The skylight that lit up my face.
I wanted to flee from that honest place
But instead I embraced the stark contrast
Between my face now and that of the past,
Held my daughter's cheek against my own,
And decided it was better than being alone.

Her smile suggested she didn't care
That I was red and she was fair,
So out with the old and in with the new-
I'm ready for you, gray hair #2.