It’s been years since my dear daughter changed her hair colour to deep black. I can’t remember why or exactly when she did it. Sometime after she left the nest anyway.. The last thing dear old dad wants to do is to be critical of her. She is, after all, a very sensitive creature. Also very independent and strong headed. But she does get the drift after a while as to what her dad’s opinion is.
This morning she texted me, and there was a picture to download. The caption above the picture said “Dad, I know you never liked my black hair, so here you go! I went natural. I kind of hate it, And I am thinking of going back and getting it fixed. But I did want you to see what I used to look like.”
I wrote back and said don’t you dare.
Here’s what she did for Dad
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.