A Mother’s Sacrifice


Helen's hair was an endless sea of silky raven black
Long waves that went down way past her back
Floor length locks often held up in three buns
A single mother of six growing, dear little ones
Her hair was her glory, but her babes were her love
Always their needs over hers were put above
One cold day she brought her sweets each a new winter coat
The three boys each got a sailor's style fit for a naval boat
The three girls each rich burgundy velvet with white fur lining
Soon the little children's eyes were wet and shining
As she removed her simple hat to show freshly cut hair
Her children didn't understand and thought it was unfair
The wig company now owned the locks that were long and black
Helen had raven curls that didn't even reach to her back

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