Hard to imagine

My mother has great hair
It falls over the back of her
Wheelchair

Which scares kids
Her wheelchair
Not her hair

Except in the morning
Her bed hair
Would scare
Anyone

The kids ask me why she has
A wheelchair

I say she has bed hair
In the morning

The next day at dinner
My mom smiles at me over the paper
She leans over in her wheelchair
And kisses me

It’s hard to imagine it ever looks bad
Her hair
It’s hard to imagine people find it scary
Her wheelchair

Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan