For Each White Hair I Paid a Price

I felt in the mood for some poetry after my recent episode of dying my hair–yeah, hard to tell when that Muse will hit. Hope you enjoy:

For each white hair I paid a price,

Sleepless nights,

babies’ cries.

Dreaded news,

best friend dies.

Time went by.

White hairs were dyed–

Covering tears I left behind.

Babies grow,

Still fill my life.

Husband happy with his wife.

Prayers were heard

Finally I see–

I won’t get old. I’ve turned into me.