Princess Hair
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
the grandmother's face
appear at the door.
She brightened, and chirped,
Oh!
her voice twinkled,
You have
Princess hair.
Coffee Kisses
Yellow tang of sun
Steam speaks soft in chestnut sighs
Dark roasted kisses
I‘d say I miss him,
I really like that Haiku in
I really like that Haiku in the middle!!!!!!!!!!!!
Starward
Thanks
A combine effort one morning.I contributed the middle line