Some days my hair wants to flip to the side
Or part in a novel place,
And my kids will say, “Cool hair, Mom,”
With half a smirk on their face.
Perhaps they don’t mean to compliment me.
Perhaps they are not sincere.
Perhaps they don’t know it’s a proven factMoms are cooler than they appear.
(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a cool poem.)