My Hair is not Gray

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
 

 I know a secret to keep you hair from going gray.  Eat healthy and diet. (Dye-it) (Get it?) :)

Yes. I made that up myself, while I was writing this poem I'm about to share. Of course, someone might have made it up before I did without my knowledge. It's very disappointing when that happens. I mean, imagine you were Neal Armstrong, you've landed on the moon and are just stepping out of the spaceship for the first time. Into your head pops this awesome line just as you set foot on the moon, but just as you open your mouth to speak, you see written in the dust, "I was here in1237 AD. What took you so long?' 
Forget the random date I chose, that would just burst your bubble!

Anyway, you may be wondering what this has to do with Mother's Day. Nothing much, so I will get on to the poem I wrote for Mom. I did not write it ON Mother's Day, but I have saved it for today, and Mom has not heard it yet.

I present to you this is a poem I wrote for Mother.  I hope you like it.  (The illustrations are not supposed to look like Mom, or anyone in particular.)


My Hair is not Gray
By Melody Beerbower, 4-12-13
Illustrated by Melody Beerbower
Dedicated to Mother and all Mothers who don't have gray hair.

Who are YOU to say
That my hair is turning gray?

It's not gray.
It's not. It's not.
I defy you to find a single spot.












That's not gray. It's called 'light black'.
An old color of hair that's coming back
Into style, so I'm told.
 

No! That does not mean that I am old.
I'm not old.
And this isn't gray.
You've got all your colors mixed up today.

 

Look. See, this is brown.
And here's some more.
Perhaps there's a little less than there was before,
But it's still there
As plain as day,
And that proves my hair's not gray.

What! You're still not convinced?
You say what of the rest of my hair?
The part that's not brown,
Right there, and right there?


Well perhaps my hair does have a silvery glow
Like the silvery moon shining off new fallen snow--










What? NO!
My hairs not WHITE!

If it looks that way it must be the light!

Yes, the light.

Now I'm on the right track.

If it weren't for the light,

My hair would look black.

Yes, my hair is black,
Light black and light brown,
With a touch of moonbeams
Mixed in the crown.

 










I am your Mother, so listen to me:
If you look closely, I think you will see,
No matter what others will say,
I am not old,
And my hair is not gray!

The End