NaPoWriMo--DAY THIRTY!

NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo will ride again!

But… 

After an unfortunate haircut 

I took solace in realizing 

My hair would return. 

And there is comfort in knowing 

The months of snow will go, 

The days of will rain end, 

The mud will dry, 

The screeching birds 

Outside my window 

When I want to sleep 

Will finally take a break. 

But 

What if, like my Barbie’s hair, 

They didn’t come back?