(On her 6th birthday)
I will keep tying your hair in a bun
for as long as you need me to,
then only when you want me to, until
you can do it on your own
and remember
that even with one hand
and eyes closed, I manage
to twist those thick strands, turn them
round and round into a ball high up on top of your head,
hold it there with six bobby pins and a hairnet so thin
you wonder how it can keep
as you do your pirouettes and pliés
but I tell you it will, and it always does.
You will forgive me for not knowing
how to tame your stubborn baby hair
just as I have long forgiven myself for not knowing
how to tame mine.
Even as you insist
you want your waves straight, no sooner traded pink for red
and now yellow, like it is commonplace
to change your young mind so fast, so soon,
I will tie your hair once more in a bun
today,
firmly in its place
so you can spin on and on and on
and know it is still there.
–mom 040913