3 February 2013
She climbs up on the stool, Looks straight into the mirror. Her eyes are quickly fading, And she almost has no hair.
So she climbs back down the stool, Puts it back in its little corner. Opens up a drawer, And pulls out a yellow marker.
And she takes off the cap, And puts the point to the mirror, And with thin and thick strokes, She draws herself some hair.
And it's braided into ponytails, Held by light blue bands, And she holds out her fingers, And draws a brush in her hand.
And she smiles for the first time, Since her sickness took her curls, And she actually has hair! She looks like the other girls.
And she laughs till her heart's content, Puts the magical marker away. Maybe her dream will come true, And she'll have hair again one day.
Drawing Hair • Opuss № I