Then by Lynn White

She’s standing still 
pale as England, 
slim and serious
as I stood 
Hair chopped 
above her shoulders
with a little curl allowed
as mine was 
A little curl allowed,
in memory of it’s ringlets
earlier than
Then it grew longer 
and we pulled it straight.
So now, it’s more like it was 
before then.
Before then, 
it was longer still,
and ironed straight
under thick brown paper.
It had been shorter still before
it’s feminine length curtailed, but
with a little curl allowed,
a reminder of it’s ringlets earlier than
Of it’s earlier hated ringlets
grown  from loose curls.
Ringlets cut 
father died.
Not until

*First published in Silver Birch Press, Looks Like Me series December 2015*
Photo by Tim Mossholder on

About the Poet:

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: and

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  1. I echo the sentiment. Yeah, the bald truth is sometimes I miss my hair. In fact, I still had my hair when my mom was still alive, many moons ago. But every now and again, I look through my baby book, and see the curls that were saved from my first haircut. I was her little hippie. Thank you for resurrecting that memory Lynn.

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