have you though about
what you would do
when you can no longer ignore
the greys in your hair
when you can no longer tuck
that one long silver one
behind the mane of black
i am starting to---
i don't know if I should color my roots
i don't have the tenacity for it.
i get my haircut
once every fifteen months
by the time i see my hair dresser
i need to often remind her my name
i will probably follow
in the footsteps of my Mom.
she doesn't know it but I do
my Mom has decided.
she has put a stop to all of it---
the packets of Biggen,
the murky gloves,
the overnight transformation,
the resetting of roots and time.
at least for now--
long enough to see
what her roots would tell her
and her roots are telling her
that she is a beauty
no matter what
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