Copyright 6/26/00
She runs her fingers through my hair
Takes a snip here and a snip there.
Trying to obtain that perfect look
You know? The one in the book.
We share stories about life
Her boyfriends and my wife
About our kids that come and go.
About things We don't want to know.
I am convinced she is crazy
In a nice sort of way.
She definitely is not lazy
Cause she loves to play.
She laughs at my jokes as I told them
And cries when she reads my poems.
Her hair is red...this month at least
Heaven knows next month how she will tame the beast.
She is there to cut through thick and thin
When special needs arise she will come in.
I thank my wife that we have met
My wonderful hairstylist, Bernadette.