Joseph’s Gift
The man with the bluest of eyes
And the shoulder-length mane
Summons me to the chair;
I admire his flair, silver cufflinks
And ring- bedecked fingers,
Wrists encircled by bangles--
They jingle-jangle as he gently
tilts my head downward;
The music of snipping and clipping
The rhythm of scissors
Composing a crownful of curls
That are blissful, and more:
Life-affirming.
Claudia Beechman