Thanks to Silver Birch Press for publishing my poem, Only One Hat Fits. Have a magical week this last week before the New Year!
Only One Hat Fits
by Brenda Davis Harsham
I try on hats,
in stores by the dozen,
but only one fits
my too-big head.
I wear it hiking
by millponds, up hillsides,
along ridge trails
and into the cloud bank.
The tight weave
keeps my face
from burning red
and the brim hugs without
headaches.
I walk cracked sidewalks
pushing a stroller
stocked with every wipe
and diaper cream.
My daughter’s curls bounce,
her feet kick and she sings
to herself. And me.
My hat brim gets dark,
then darker.
My daughter grows out
of her stroller,
and we sell it on craigslist.
I feel a pang for its loss.
I explore disc golfing
in a hat, slam into low
branches. Stuffs into
a backpack, so light.
My hat brim stains darken.
I try on hats again.
No other hat fits
my too-big head.
I can’t give up my
favorite…
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SUCH GORGEOUS HAIR!!!! A mountain girl? Congrats on the new book–you sell lots!
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XOXO
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Back at cha! 🙂
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Hey dear Brenda…read SHE SAW RIGHT THROUGH ME!….whaddaya think? You got my number–Hey—gotta write about something! 🙂
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You’re a hot ticket. 🙂
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That’s what the wife sometimes says…! 🙂
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LOL It’s a favorite phrase of a friend of mine.
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To you…I believe it! 🙂
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She says it of my kids, actually. 🙂
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Guess where they got it from…at least half of it? 😀
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Very sweet, Brenda! Love it, and your hat.
I went over to Silver Birch, and finished reading it there, and liked.
Hope your holidays are being wonderful! _Resa 😀
PS> I’m almost finished Artemis Art Gown, then the Cat, then the fairy. Can’t get orange out of my head!!!
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LOL The vision before you start is always the thing that creates the best results. 🙂 So excited for you!
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Congratulations. Our daughter in law lost a favourite hat she had made aged 16 when we visited a lights display on Christmas day. Yesterday our daughter went back and found it
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Awww, that sounds like a poem, too. One that celebrates the season and the things that really matter. 😀
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I left a message on your publishing site, Brenda.
Congratulations on the poem being published. The hat is quite special and your memories of your daughter in her stroller, growing older touched my heart.
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Thanks, Robin. I appreciate that you visit SBP. I feel a bit sad, having sold her stroller. I hope it brought the next family as much joy. XOXO
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Lovely smile! And hat! 🙂 Congratulations!
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Thanks! I haven’t thought of my hat as lovely in such a long time. 🙂
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Well, it is…because it reflects everything you wrote in that poem. And the Light from your eyes shining from ‘neath the rim…perfection! 🙂 Blessings!
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Awww, blessings to you and yours, too. XOXO
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Beautiful and so lively.
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Thanks, Dorna!
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Makes me want a hat like that too!
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LOL It is looking a bit the worse for wear.
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That means it was loved!
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I put a hook in my closet so it has a place of honor. 🙂
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Congratulations, Brenda 🙂
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Thanks, Richard!
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Such a cute post with so much joy ☺️
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Thanks, Andy. 🙂 A little glimpse of our lives through my hat. 😉
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Love it ☺️😃
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