Hairbrush Singing

I’ve managed to get away with
Many things over the years
Without you knowing

Even so
You caught me
Red-handed today
Barreling through the door
Surprised delight on your face

Poo

Heat burns my cheeks
Racing racing
to the ends of my hair
In shame

Embarrassment
Ten-year-old girl
Gripping her hairbrush
Singing at the top of her lungs
Into a mirror
Kind of embarrassment

I feel like a heel
And I’m too old for this
But I’ll do it again
Next chance I get

©2014 Jill Baker