Ode to My (Postpartum) Hair (A Poem)

/ Katie

Here, there, and everywhere you are,
my hair –
in the shower drain and on the rocking chair,
fistfuls in my hands,
landing all around in tangles, clumps, and pairs.
You and me,
we were really something, weren’t we?
One day you’ll come back,
I know –
or, at least, I hope it’s so.
Until then,
my old familiar friend,
we’ll weather the (thinning) clouds together.

12 thoughts on “Ode to My (Postpartum) Hair (A Poem)”

      • It might be a wicked preparation for puberty when you will want to pull your hair out. But seriously, all stages of development were amazing, and when he hit puberty, I would remind myself “this will pass” and indeed it did.

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      • I’m so excited to see who she’ll be and what she’ll like as she grows. She’s already changed so much. It’s amazing and fascinating to watch and to be part of. 🙂

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