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29 October 2016
Wearing it Like a Flag
I am snowy, she is steely silver.
My dear late husband's hair was perfect white
like the very best quality paper,
or clean snow – but softer, not blinding bright;
more halo-like, symbol of inner light.
Old blondes are sometimes yellow-streaked. I'm glad
mine didn't go like that. I always had
a hankering for beautiful white hair.
'But you'll look old!' they told me. Well, my bad.