The Hairdresser

By Lynne Howard

What secrets are revealed
Whilst mirrored in that chair
All caped or gowned and waiting
For the trusted hairdresser to share

As scissors work at a frenzy
Feverishly between cuts and snips
She listens intently with friendly ear
Empathy at her finger tips

Day after day, week after week
So many tales does she acquaint
Remaining focused in the task at hand
But with the patience of a saint

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