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PRETTY RIBBONS
Our eldest daughter loved ribbons in her hair,
Which colours it seems she did not really care,
Pretty curly hair ringlets of rich dark brown,
Any colour she wore seemed like a pretty crown.
Sometimes one all the way round topped with a bow
That way her long curls were always a lovely show,
Friends used to say, Oh, I wish Heather I had your hair,
Curly hair gets tangled, pain they didn’t wish to share.
Then she thought three bows, would be fun to see,
Two at the side, one at the back, tidy as can be.
This was good in the warm weather on a hot day
And when she used to in the fields run and play.
Time for the school pictures, she wanted to look good
She had an idea and wondered if I possibly could
Somehow put in five bows of the brightest yellow,
I think in her class was a rather special little fellow.
A parting in the middle a high bow on each side,
Joined in the middle then a bow of ribbon quite wide,
Now that big bundle of lovely curls divided in two,
Each with two big ribbons, how the pride shone through.
I was looking through an old album just the other day
And smiled at my pretty daughter, hair done that way.
I often wondered if five wide ribbons topped the class,
But for really pretty curly hair she would always pass.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 4, 2002