What secrets are revealed <br />Whilst mirrored in that chair <br />All caped or gowned and waiting <br />For the trusted hairdresser to share <br /> <br />As scissors work at a frenzy <br />Feverishly between cuts and snips <br />She listens intently with friendly ear <br />Empathy at her finger tips <br /> <br />Day after day, week after week <br />So many tales does she acquaint <br />Remaining focused in the task at hand <br />But with the patience of a saint<br /><br />Lynne Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hairdresser-2/
