Once I had this head of hair.
It had curls and waves
And required no care.

“How Lucky you are,” I was often told.
To have such hair,
Lovely to behold.

One day my thick hair felt thinner and light.
On closer look there were patches,
With no hair in sight.

My hair! My hair!
Where did it go? What did I do?
This is not fair!

I tried to stop it, to keep there.
I had shots and treatments.
I’d do anything to save my hair.

Nothing worked and I lost more.
Out of options, no more treatments
Now what’s in store?

I will miss my head of hair.
I have no curls or waves
And it requires no care.

But I do like what I see
I am brave and I am strong.
Hair or no hair it is me – still me.