My son's first haircut

To gaze at little locks of hair
Knowing that its a treasure only gods may keep
Fleeting from me forever
I cannot, when I wish to keep
I weep within

Mowing the tender tresses
A blade that could gnaw my heart

But...
They will return
They will emerge
They will come back
They will rise

I will wait...

Like
A farmer among his seedlings
The harvest waiting for rain
A child waiting for his lullaby
A night waiting for the moon

They will come quickly
Like the promise of a morning sunshine

Waiting with hope