MORNING HAIR - A Birthday Poem for my Daniel

Morning Hair

By

Granny B

Happy Birthday Daniel.

I love your poke-up hair because you get it from me.
 I love you.

When you’re two your hair won’t flop

Or lay down nice and lazy

It wakes up first with a bit of a burst

And pokes out rather crazy.

“What did you do to your hair last night?”

Says mom with a bit of delight

“Now it’s time to get you dressed

So you won’t look a sight.”

Mom gets the gel and the great big comb

And says, “Will you please hold still?”

But your body itches and then it twitches

As you race to the kitchen for a meal.

 “Come back here you little monkey,”

Your mother says with a dare.

“You will be quite a scare

If you don’t let me comb your hair.”

But who needs combs when a banana will do

As you rub fingers like so.

Added to hair it makes a great paste

Keep rubbing for a glistening glow

After breakfast it’s time to race

 And jump up on all the beds

Tired old moms just won’t last

Just like she has said.

When daytime turns to nighttime

Mom never pinned you down.

Your crazy hair survives the day

After somersaults in a bound.

The hair gel and the big comb

Are lying all alone.

“Your hair still looks crazy,”

Says mother with a moan.

 Then you smile and mother melts

Like butter in the sun

She takes you in her arms and sighs,

“You are my precious son.

Someday you’ll worry about your hair

But today is not that day.

I like your hair a little bit crazy

Let’s hug each other and play.”