Your curly hair,
So pleasing to the eye,
So soft to the touch.
100,000 tightly sprung coils,
All waiting to spring into action.
Every one has a different agenda,
A different journey to make.
I wonder do they plan their journey,
Have a map, a route?
Do they take a different path
On every trip they make?
Do you think that they get sad,
When ironed down and straightened?
Do they have a memory,
The same curl every time?
Or is it just a free for all,
A festival for hair!
I guess it doesn't matter much
Becasue your curly hair I love.
Moya Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0067-your-curly-hair/
