Today's poem is by Adam Day

Mother's Hair

Sometimes father cut her
hair; there were limits even
to his failure. Other times when
we were in the mood that someone
should pay for what we found
intolerable—field mice, threatening
rain, a shout in the street—he
might even cut himself. He was
so mild he began to snow. It's all
made quite beautiful now, really,
with clean lines and diffuse lighting.

Copyright © 2012 Adam Day All rights reserved
from New Madrid
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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