Grey’s the hair color you can’t buy.
I tried. I urged my hairdresser to
change my entire head.
“Not possible”, he said
“although new grandmothers
often ask.”
 
It’s good perhaps
some things remain
beyond our grasp
Time’s provenance
to bestow
If we’re so
blessed.
 
My grey hair
like my mom’s
lifts from my brow
on just one side.
I’ve left it pale since
the February day
she died.