That time again

Thoughts kicking in

all week,

Pushed to the back  of my mind

Mondays only early

Saturday seems such 

A distance away

Springs memories

Of when I was young.

The electric chair!!

A glance away, I would Dash

Filling the corner with tears

Huddled on the stair

Trust anyone with scissors?

Not even Momma bear.

Tried it myself once

Shaped out a wedge

On a bowl styled hair cut

Seen better jobs 

trimmed on a hedge.

Now I'm an adult

Through the mirrors see a boy

Held still by his dad

In this there is no joy.

Kicking and screaming

Keeps crying "it tickles"

My lad, laugh

I remember a clown holding 

 Sickles