This morning my eyes began to sting,
As the water carried shampoo from my
Short silver hair down over my face.

I have known to tip my head back while shampooing,
Since I was small enough to lie on the kitchen cupboard,
While my Mother washed my long dark hair in the kitchen sink.

Still today, white haired, I went against that wisdom,
And felt the cry of trespassed eyes,
So it was and so it yet remains.

Cerita M. Hewett
October 14, 2009