i picked a hair, a dame’s, for sure
in my oatmeal this morning
as i was about to pour water
and stir with some sweetener
making my breakfast, a poem to enjoy!
i remembered, those days, for my mother
it was only i, among her five boys
somehow found her hair in my meals!
ex-spouse of 35 years too have protested!
and now, i talk to this woman, also about
what we will do in bed, but only in cyber
when via camera, she walks into my kitchen
© henry victor 07.01.2018
