ONE HAIR HERE AND ONE HAIR THERE
We all get older and the body changes. Some put on weight; others get wrinkles; others get sagging muscles; some get ill, and some start to lose their hair. This poem is about the loss of hair and the expectation we will all be perfect one day.
Okra, Chiggers and Red Clay
To my surprise, learning to be a true southern country girl is not so easy. Especially when okra just slides down my throat, chiggers bury themselves under my skin and red clay sticks to my shoes!