Her hair was not,
Her crowning glory.
In fact, it brought tears to her
Most every day.
So, she swept it, that morning,
All to one side,
Just to get it,
out of the way.
Its frail ends crinkling,
crinkling with old age,
old age and untidiness,all
swept, all swept loosly
in a one-sided long tail.
Her granddaugther
half-way through the
age of 2
saw
her grandmother's face.
She brightened and chirped,
Oh! her voice twinkled,
Princess hair.