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.
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.
lillian the home poet 
I see what you did there 🙂 in that last line
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Maybe I should take out that added statement in the explanation?
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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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Such a blessing to have a full hair.. great cascading memories.
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He was really special.
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Lovely. Isn’t it funny what we spot? In – hair-itance indeed!
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I really do think of him every morning 😊
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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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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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I feel such a fool when I don’t ‘get it’. Thanks for pointing it out 🙂
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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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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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Those reflections of our parent in us …..that’s a lovely take on the prompt.
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Yup, it’s true. I got dad’s curly hair too. Mine greyed, his never did
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Beautiful:
“dad’s reflection waves.
Cascading silver,
my inheritance”
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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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Sweet. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Splendid!!! Hidden within words as hidden within us our parents. 🙂
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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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Nice reflection of yourself about yourself…and those sandman’s deposits!
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I love the last line “Cascading silver,my inheritance ” The picture is perfect…cascading silver!!
dwight.
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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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Such a lovely memorial to your Dad!
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this was so significant, like a beauty mark, more precious though
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