Bud’s Daughter

I have
a morning mirror routine.
Mine for sandman’s deposits.
Eyes clear, smile appears.

There it is,
thick wavy hair.
Left side front
waving, brow-over.

Morning mirror bud,
dad’s reflection waves.
Cascading silver,
my inheritance.

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Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where it’s Poetics Tuesday. Kim hosts and challenges us to write a poem in the first person about a body part we’ve inherited. Yep, that’s me and my waves. My dad, affectionately called Bud by his friends and relatives, had a full head of hair – beautifully silver and always wavy, till the day he died. I miss him.
PS:  did you read that last line aloud? It’s all about hair.
Also posted as off-prompt for Napowrimo Day 24.

 

25 thoughts on “Bud’s Daughter

    • lillian April 24, 2018 / 2:45 pm

      Maybe I should take out that added statement in the explanation?

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      • Pleasant Street April 24, 2018 / 5:14 pm

        Oh I wish I was that smart–but I missed it until your comment, then I went back and found it ^_^ . Clever!

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    • lillian April 24, 2018 / 3:36 pm

      I really do think of him every morning 😊

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  1. kim881 April 24, 2018 / 3:14 pm

    Firstly, your dad has such a friendly name, Lill! A friend of mine called her son Buddy and it suits him too. Oh, that’s a clever last line!

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    • lillian April 24, 2018 / 3:35 pm

      He had a twin sister and when they were little, they called each other Sis and Bud — and it stuck for both of them 😊❤️❤️

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  2. Jane Dougherty April 24, 2018 / 3:36 pm

    I feel such a fool when I don’t ‘get it’. Thanks for pointing it out 🙂

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    • merrildsmith April 25, 2018 / 7:27 am

      I didn’t get it either without the hint, even with saying it aloud because I don’t say in hair i tence. Maybe I need another cup of coffee. 😉 Still clever though.

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      • Jane Dougherty April 25, 2018 / 8:20 am

        It often happens with poetry. I have to read the comments and the poets responses to the comments to find out what is going on 🙂 I don’t pronounce inheritance like that either 🙂

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  3. welshstream April 24, 2018 / 3:47 pm

    Those reflections of our parent in us …..that’s a lovely take on the prompt.

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  4. Waltermarks April 24, 2018 / 5:29 pm

    Yup, it’s true. I got dad’s curly hair too. Mine greyed, his never did

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  5. Willow April 24, 2018 / 5:42 pm

    Beautiful:

    “dad’s reflection waves.
    Cascading silver,
    my inheritance”

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  6. lynn__ April 24, 2018 / 6:28 pm

    Nice hair and I like how your dad’s reflection waves at you in the mirror! (My husband always called our sons “bud” when they were little.)

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  7. Adda April 24, 2018 / 8:50 pm

    Splendid!!! Hidden within words as hidden within us our parents. 🙂

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  8. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar April 24, 2018 / 10:10 pm

    You perfected and aced this challenge. Followed the rules and it really is a great little poem. And your silver flip is beautiful. If everyone had silver hair like you, hairdressers would be in BIG trouble.

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  9. Kathy Reed April 24, 2018 / 10:56 pm

    Nice reflection of yourself about yourself…and those sandman’s deposits!

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  10. rothpoetry April 24, 2018 / 11:01 pm

    I love the last line “Cascading silver,my inheritance ” The picture is perfect…cascading silver!!
    dwight.

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  11. merrildsmith April 25, 2018 / 7:23 am

    Such a lovely poem–kind of bittersweet, but reflective rather than sad to see that cascading silver every day and think of your dad.

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  12. Jo April 25, 2018 / 2:11 pm

    Such a lovely memorial to your Dad!

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  13. Singledust April 25, 2018 / 7:52 pm

    this was so significant, like a beauty mark, more precious though

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