Haircutting ceremony

I cut the boy’s hair
It falls in curls onto the floor
I scoop it up
Wishing
I could keep every moment
Of his babyhood
Wishing
I could tie him
To the hand
Of God like
A boy tied to a balloon by a string
A string?!
How strong is that?
Like DNA strong–
A helix of thought stretched out forever
A unique sequence
Of letters
Of memory
Linking me to you
Little one

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