Heavy Decisions


I have been debating whether or not to finally go ahead and cut off these precious cherub curls.
Ironically enough, I came across this poem that I wrote for Luke in December, 1998:

First Haircut

A white bank envelope full of your red curls
Sits inside
My new suede purse

I did not cry when the barber cut them
The way I did when you outgrew your baby shoes,

Tonight when I rocked your
Small body to sleep
I imagined how small you were a year ago,
Barely any curls at all

Soon your body,
Which fits so perfectly in my lap
(neck and knees cradled between my elbows)
Will be too big to cradle.

Short, wet hair,
Baby Powder,
Warm milk in a bottle

Luke, my two pound angel baby,
I want to fold myself into you,
And like hair in an envelope,
Keep you forever.

About kellyinrepeat

mom, wife, artist, writer, teacher, dog lover, pie maker, who believes that all things are possible
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3 Responses to Heavy Decisions

  1. Henry Kranendonk says:

    Very beautiful! Something very special for every parent. Thank you for finding words to weave together that express the feelings we have as our kids move through life.

  2. Pingback: Poem A Day Challenge #9 | The Ranting Papizilla

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