The Heartbreak of a Mother's Disappointment: Baby's First Haircut

i'm trying to smile but his hair is ruining the picture

Oh, sweet soft rounded crown,

Out of God's deep oblivion

You were pulled into this world

Through me.

Silk, black down, the feel of those newborn hairs

Still rest in memory on my fingertips.

The promise of future golden curly locks

Lay hidden, I just knew,

In their dampness.

Eyes of a watercolor mixing cup:

Blue and grey and green.

Full soft cheeks that held in air

Your simpered infant lips.

But when, oh when? 

This mama waited in silence

For that which would be your glory:

That naked pate,would burst,quite surely,

Into a bloom of flowing curls.

Most truly, right?

Month by month, oh, has a year passed by my love?

And then some more?

What lies there,

So stingily straight, such tawny muck,

Where your yellow ringlets should be,

Is that, my son, your hair?

before

I denied it, and waited,

I encouraged it with hope-filled caresses,

And then I mourned what was never meant to be

And buzzed it off.

happily

ever after