Chemo Hair

Written By: Donna Rhodes | Issue: 2020/04 - April

A hundred thousand hairs

I’m told that’s how I started

Now, left with only twelve

My pate is broken-hearted

 

It happened one sad morn

A pelt upon my pillow

Like a moth-eaten clump

Scattered willy-nillow

 

Save twelve little hairs

If follicles could come over

And nest upon my head

I’d have a tiny comb-over.

Curse the chemo doctors

Who putrified my system

They lied about the fallout

I should have just dismissed them

I wonder if a weave

Could latch on to my dozen

And make me look like Fur-dinand

My Neanderthalic cousin

 

I bought a rack of hats

From elegant to funky

Don’t deny you’re laughing

When I wear my sock hat monkey

 

I reminisce the lyrics of

The 60’s musical, Hair

Gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen

Where’s it now, oh, where?

 

I have no home for fleas

I have no hive for bees

No nest for birds, there ain’t no words

For the loss of my wonderful hair.

 

 

by Donna Rhodes