Not to Blame My Hair by Dawn Ellis

My hair is naturally curly now.
It never has been before.
When my children were young,
When I was a single, working mother,
When I delivered my children
To their father every other weekend
And spent those weekends missing the kids,
And planted myself on the couch, watching movies,
My hair was straight . . . and flat.
Not to blame my hair,
But I was spent,
And my hair was limp,
Like I felt.
I would look in the mirror and say to my hair,
“I understand.”
Years passed,
Flat years,
Until I gave up the couch,
Gave up the movies.
I took up golf.
I learned to paint.
I danced like no one was watching.
I made friends with a lady who wore big sunglasses,
And a wide-brimmed straw hat.
She laughed loudly, at everything.
I learned to laugh at everything.
The more I laughed,
The more my hair grew curly
And even bounced a little when I moved.
I grew comfortable in my own hair.

Dawn Ellis

Dawn spent summers as a child, at a beach cabin on Henderson Bay in Gig Harbor. She and her siblings spent their days combing the beach, jumping into the frigid bay water, and singing around bonfires in the evenings. It was a glorious way to grow up and even better when her mother and father bought a small home on the bay, where the family lived permanently during Dawn's high school years and beyond. After a 37-year career as a secondary English teacher, Dawn is loving retirement, and fills her time with writing, golfing, hiking, and looking for crazy friends that make her laugh at everything. Life is good! You can read more of Dawn's work in Creative Colloquy online and print anthologies. 

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