I could write about our country's crying need to grow up for Pete's sake!, but I don't think that's gonna happen any time soon, so I won't.
I could write about the need for spiritual growth when facing terminal cancer...or I could write about the growths (hahaha) in my neck, along my ribs, and elsewhere...but I'll spare you.
Or I could talk about the way in which pain-induced insomnia has helped me grow as a writer.
And so I wrote about hair.
Barb will get a trim today,
but I wish she’d wait a bit,
for she's quite well on the way
to look like Cousin Itt,
that character, high-pitched, hirsute
that you saw on the TV,
and found him so endrearing, cute
on Addams Family.
Barb’s hair grows at pace furious,
with a savage kind of grace
so one will soon be curious
just to see her face.
She’s well along the shaggy road;
right now she’s in Chewbacca mode.