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BEFORE WE KNOW IT

No more satin ribbons
No more bouncy curls
They’ve stored away their Barbie dolls . . .
No more little girls

7/12/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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          GOLDEN CURLS

 

Golden curls upon the floor,

He’s not a baby anymore.

His baby look went with that gold,

And Mama wept when she was told.

 

‘Twas Dad’s surprise for Mom and child,

To cut that hair and have it styled.

And when she saw her little lad,

She may have smiled but still felt sad.

 

If she could glue those curls in place

She’d frame them ‘round his little face,

Instead she puts them in a book,

And smiles at her small son’s new look.

 

3/10/96         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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The First Haircut

              Big Boy

 

Trembling,

he bit his small lip

as he tried his best to be brave

and not cry;

Daddy picked up the scissors

and cut off his golden curls.

Big boy.

 

8/27/91 –  Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

5’th … Arkansas NPD 1991

 

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  HANK’S LUCKLESS FATE

  

Hank favors grunge in his attire,

But thinks he looks quite fine,

When he adorns his balding head

To hide that blinding shine.

 

He has an eye for shapely blonds,

But they ignore his charms.

He thought a wig would do the trick,

And bring one to his arms.

 

But at the picnic yesterday,

Winds lifted Hank’s new curls,

And sailed them midst a bevy of

Curvaceous, pretty girls.

 

The girls all screamed, and killed the thing!

They thought it was alive,

So stomped it with their dainty feet,

For fear it would survive.

 

Hank thought he’d die, but grabbed the wig

And plopped it on his head,

But what came next was worse than that,

And turned his face beet red.

 

A bird that winged high overhead,

White-washed his curly pate.

The girls all laughed. Hank hid the wig

And cursed his luckless fate.

 

 

8/30/96 – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

3′rd … Arkansas NPD – 1996

6′th … Indiana NPD – 2000

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