Hair Cuts and Habits

Hair Cuts and Habits

The story of my life.

I am from Cadburys creamy chocolate melting into your taste-buds like a diver in the sea,

from strawberry blond curls united  with a bow,

and the Ugly Betty theme tune.

I am from autumn leaves grazing the ground under a rusted red swing seat blowing limp in the breeze,

from cobalt blue checked pinafores on the bodies of youth,

and open top bus tours.

I am from nervous tooth sucking as math tests are being returned into the trembling hands of teens,

from the silver streaks in a black lagoon of my dad’s hair,

and  fairy cup cakes with pink icing.

I am from Rajasthani  puppets dripping with mirrors and bestowed with plaits of silver and gold,

from the padding of American cocker spaniels springing up and down with movement,

from gooey flapjacks.

I am from structuring dens with long lasting friends under the trampoline at slumber parties,

from milk mustaches that soak your upper lip,

and scorching sand on the souls of my feet.

I am from thirteen years,

 conserved in black and white photographs,

coffee-stained with time,

sprinkled with dust,

drenched in memories.