Friday, June 17, 2011

In Your Face.

Lily, your hair is always, always, always in your face.

We tame it, we braid it, we clip it.

And it always falls out, back where it wants to be.

I've made my peace with it.

You certainly never minded it in the first place.

It's become a bit of a trademark for you- who am I to take that away?

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