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The first silver hair
A young mother ruffles the hair of her naked daughter with a towel
Momma what’s that silver in your hair? Should we tear it out?
The mother lifts the child on the sink so their eyes meet
Look at me
When the first silver hair arrives, never tear it out dear
It runs from your spine to your neck to your head, keeping you straight
Yours hasn’t grown out yet, but if I pinch above your head you’ll see
Mirror me
There will be a time when color will yell at you, but remember
Your silver hair is more beautiful than all the color that robes you
Your posture is more powerful than the spine of a magazine
You’ll see
The man that sees your silver hair will mirror you
Like you did me
“The first silver hair” by Nathan T. Baker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
