Another Thursday, another poem with our friend, Pam, and her kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats.
They gave us this photo for our inspiration:
Here’s my poem:
Growing-up Years
Kids and scissors: a mom’s heart attack.
But, don’t worry, Mom, that hair will grow back.
Til then, you’ll probably both shed some tears;
it’s all part of those growing-up years.
✂️These Days Of Mine✂️
these days of mine 
We did a lot of dumb things as kids.
Yes I think that’s right – kids DO experiment with scissors and often it’s on their own hair! I’ve known so many who tell the same story about trying to give themselves a trim with disastrous (or funny) results. Thanks for joining in our poetic fun!
Hugs, Pam
Yep, I think we have all been there!
I love your poem.
Pray JR is better. Please give him our love. ♥️🌹🤗