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Hattie's Hair
Hattie found a flower for her hair
A yellow daisy
To put behind her ear
The way her father did
When her mother was just nineteen
But, Hattie hadn’t found a man
In a crowd of kids
Worth brushing her hair back for
So, her yellow daisy
Stood planted in the ground
So, she sat thinking of luck
And if it really exists
Or if it was only hope
Hopeless people told themselves
And, so her daisy stood still
In a dress her hands had sewn
The sun shone through
And traced her legs
To where her garden grew
Yellow daisy’s yet to bloom
As her hair blew wild in the wind
She recalled her mother
And what she had said,
“When flowers become like clouds,
The heart knows where the head has lived.”
Hattie found a flower for her hair
But, Hattie hadn’t found a man
So, she sat thinking of luck
In a dress her hands had sewn
As her hair blew wild in the wind
