Hair, she mused looking at her reflection,
What is it really?
Just dead cells growing out of one’s head.
Yet, she had spent countless hours
caring for it,
and many dollars improving it.
Stores are full of products just for hair.
But really, what is the significance of hair?
Men go bald—sometimes by choice,
Sometimes by genes.
Some of them deal with it well
And wear their pates with pride,
While others do the combover—
Either way, society seems content.
So why are hairless Women viewed differently?
Secretly, they had made her uncomfortable.
She was a nurse—so why this awkwardness?
She had never let her feelings show
while caring for them,
But inwardly she had been cringing
Afraid—Afraid it might happen to her.
Hair, she mused, What is it really?
Just dead cells growing out of one’s head.
She winked at her bald reflection
And finally gave herself a smile.
The hair loss was temporary—
it would grow back,
But inside she was changed forever.
Angela Lewis, Bellevue, Washington, has been a nurse for 25 years. She has worked in geriatrics, medical oncology, and gastroenterology. She is currently in remission for ovarian cancer.
