Hairdresser Woes
Mary Jo shared her husband left her
Suzy’s sad her mother just passed
Heidi just lost her job
Cathy’s fibromyalgia flared up
Is it the relaxing shampoo,
close proximity that spur
all these sad tales?
She’s not their therapist
But they spill daily
Both the sad
and the glad.
They’re like family
She confides.
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Great capture of that communal space. I’m sure she’s heard it all over the years!
I love how the woes “spill.”
Both the sad
and the glad.
I like how these lines epitomize life in general. People share their lives with her, and that’s an important role to fill.
You speak such truth in this poem. How many times have hairdressers been the first to learn of someone’s joy or sorrow? Excellent write!
It really is a profession that’s tied to people opening up. This did a great job showing it–and with grace.
I’ve tried to avoid talking when I get my hair cut. It never works.
Spilling our woes to a stranger can be strangely comforting can’t it
Those customers value a safe, trusting relationship with their hairdresser. Sense of community rings true: “They’re like family / She confides.” Memorable portrait, Linda
Your really convey the comfortable feeling that occurs in a salon!
Lovely! Such an intimacy in the salon, especially when they “spill daily / Both the sad / and the glad.” You capture this well!
Linda, you took me along for the ride with this poem! Felt like I was there and I have no hair.
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Something special about someone else doing your hair and the folks gathered doing the same. Nice painting the scene.