This Great America Poem 2
The innocent look of being afraid;
Scary, the sound, buzzing clippers won’t hurt.
Close to my ear, I shall not close my eyes;
Focused on Mommy, it’s almost over.
Being so brave, I deserve a sucker.
And staying so still, can’t wait till it’s done;
My brother looks on, no worries for him;
I’m the one in the chair, losing my hair.
Thinking about all my big boy rewards;
Ice cream and candy, or maybe a prize.
From baby to boy, I’m now growing up;
Many more times I will need a haircut.
No more in fear, taking it like a man;
My first big boy haircut, how cute I am.
From the book: This Great America
this is a great story thank you Angelica i admire every link every blog you posted on facebook ,every story you posted has a meaning .
Thank you Andrew for another splendid piece of poetic proze!
Simply Brilliant! You certainly have a way with words!
Mary
I agree with Margo, wholeheartedly. This is also a wonderful poem!