My grands like to joke about my hair color
Jan Hutchinson has been delighting us with daily prompts for Poetry Month. Today’s poem should sound like a child wrote it.
“Your hair is red,
Your hair is black;
I see it now as blue.
Soon we’re back
To brown and then
Your hair is green:”
Crayons in Crayola Box!
Hair color fit for Queen!
( I scrutinize the roots for a mirror clue;
But find none, save: imagination!)
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 